Tuesday, November 21, 2006

"Do you want a gift receipt for these baby shower items?"

"I'm the one havin' the baby, Sister! Did my gray hair make you think that I'm too old?"

Picked up a few, last minute items. A winter baby is different from a summer baby. And a girl is different from a boy. So, pinkish, warm receiving blankets.

On fair weather days like today, it's imperative that I do some Christmas shopping. Procrastination means that I must dash out no matter what the weather!

There's an efficiency dictum in Jeff's family that Christmas gifts are delivered personally between family members who gather and share the Thanksgiving holiday.

To fail in this regard, to be unprepared in the Christmas dept. by Thanksgiving and, instead, to ship packages, i.e., to pay postage, is wasteful and a tad callous.

It's taken me some time to grasp this, as my family was and continues to be the antithesis to thrift and prudence, especially where gifts are concerned. Last minute extravagances are the norm, practically expected!

But, with minor exceptions, not the least of which is the act of gift-wrapping the purchases, I am prepared for meeting with Jeff's parents and our nephews on Thursday.


Anonymous said...

ah...we had our first "Christmas" in October. And we'll have the last one in January.

No...we're nto normal. But we are fun.

Moonshadow said...

I appreciate your comment, Ellen.

It's desirable to stretch out the holidays, imo.

Remembering something so important over a prolonged period of time allows its permeating our consciousness.

It's counterintuitive, if not also countercultural, to insist to my children after 12/25 that the Christmas season extends into January as neighbors are already dismantling decorations.

But, "The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! ..." :-)

Anonymous said...

Some of it is not by choice. My mom and dad go to Florida for the winter so we have that "Christmas" in October.

We get together with my husband's sisters and they travel over Christmas, so Martin Luther King day gives us a 3-day weekend to drive to Chicago.

Our decorations are down the day after Christmas, but the good part (the family part) gets way drawn out.