Every year it's the same thing. For months I moan and groan about how early the stores set up the Christmas displays. I shake my head at neighbors who light up their houses in November. I cringe when the carols start to play on the radio.
But then it happens. In the blink of an eye, the holidays ARE coming... and way too fast.
Then somehow, someway, the Christmas Miracles begin:
The Miracle that I actually finish my shopping on time.
The Miracle my cards are made and in the mail.
The Miracle that my decor is found among the crap in the basement and set up on time.
The Miracle our tree hasn't been toppled by our new rambunctious kitten.
The Miracle that I get time alone to wrap presents without too many feline interruptions.
The Miracle that I can organize and prepare a turkey dinner for ten.
The ultimate Miracle that hubby finally got the outdoor lights up.
Yes, it truely is a season of Miracles... how else can you explain it?
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