photo by Gloria Goode
It’s almost that time of year. Stores are adorned with red and green and metallic galore (wait, they’ve had that since August), Christmas music is playing constantly in my office, and pine- and candy-cane-scented candles burn morning ‘til evening, because there’s nothing sadder than holiday scents after Christmas. If you’re like me, you’ve got to burn those babies out before December 25.
We’re also nearing the time of year when I always forget to shop until three days before Christmas. This year, I’m doing things a little differently. (Yeah, sure you could argue I’m doing things differently because now I’m married to an engineer whose middle name could be Planner and we’ve been brainstorming Christmas gifts for our collective list of recipients for more than a month… I guess that would be a valid point. Okay, fine I’ll give him the credit. Thank you, John.)
