The Christmas Letter
I've been composing my annual Christmas letter. I present, the rough draft of my first paragraph:
"I don't know about you, but I'm in some kind of time warp. Wasn't it just Christmas ten minutes ago? Didn't we just pack away the lights, shove the ornaments into a box and celebrate the New Year? I'm mixed up, a hybrid of Rumplestiltskin and Rapunzel (growing my hair rope-long again so I can dangle it out the castle window as a means of escape). My scheme is not working, though. I just wake up every morning, twenty years old with an unruly tangle of hair on my head and kids underfoot, no Fairy Godmother in sight."
It's not beginning to look a lot like Christmas here. Today, while I shopped, the parking lots were jammed with cars, but the skies were blue, the sun shone in my eyes and no one wore a jacket. Mt. Rainier was "out," looking postcard perfect. When I returned home, I noticed bulbs beginning to grow in a pot on my front porch.
It's the most wonderful time of the year, though, the time when the school schedule relaxes and I don't have to harass anyone about homework or pack any lunches.
I do, however, have to finish that Christmas letter tonight or the line about "wasn't Christmas just ten minutes ago" won't make any sense . . . when the letters arrive after Christmas! I'm blaming the time warp.
"I don't know about you, but I'm in some kind of time warp. Wasn't it just Christmas ten minutes ago? Didn't we just pack away the lights, shove the ornaments into a box and celebrate the New Year? I'm mixed up, a hybrid of Rumplestiltskin and Rapunzel (growing my hair rope-long again so I can dangle it out the castle window as a means of escape). My scheme is not working, though. I just wake up every morning, twenty years old with an unruly tangle of hair on my head and kids underfoot, no Fairy Godmother in sight."
It's not beginning to look a lot like Christmas here. Today, while I shopped, the parking lots were jammed with cars, but the skies were blue, the sun shone in my eyes and no one wore a jacket. Mt. Rainier was "out," looking postcard perfect. When I returned home, I noticed bulbs beginning to grow in a pot on my front porch.
It's the most wonderful time of the year, though, the time when the school schedule relaxes and I don't have to harass anyone about homework or pack any lunches.
I do, however, have to finish that Christmas letter tonight or the line about "wasn't Christmas just ten minutes ago" won't make any sense . . . when the letters arrive after Christmas! I'm blaming the time warp.
posted by Melodee at Saturday, December 18, 2004
2 Comments:
Time just keeps accelerating, I'm afraid. Faster and faster.
Mighty ambitious of you to write a Christmas letter. I can't even seem to get around to putting my annual card online. Maybe tomorrow --- I've been saying that for five days now!
Glad the mountain came out for you. That must be a pretty nice site in a pretty nice part of the world.
I actually did a Christmas letter this year! I was proud...I don't know why it should be so hard. It should just be a "best of" from my blog...
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