And the stockings are hung by the chimney with care.....

....in hopes that St. Nicholas will soon be here....

No, I'm not ready. So, stand back, friends, I'm on a mission. I'm making a list....a long, long list....and, I'm checking it twice. I have no idea when this crazy sleigh ride will end. Let's hope it's before the stroke of midnight December 24th. Because December 25th might arrive but trust me, good old St. Nicholas won't. Not here at least. There is no Christmas in Judiland unless I bring it. As much as I believe in the jolly man in the red suit, I'm pretty sure he's not going to send me a bunch of elves to pitch in with what needs done around here.

Yes, yes, I know, I always get into a state of panic right before a big event. And, yes, I know, I always think I'll never get done. And, yes, it always seems to come together in the end. But, honestly..this death defying, back breaking holiday frenzy is just doing me in. Maybe I'm getting way too old for all of this. Or, perhaps this is getting way too old for me. Either way, I think I have to come up with a better plan for my next 50 Christmases. Come January 23, my crazy youth will be over and I'll have to settle down, cut back...simplify.
But, for now...this 49 year old doesn't have time to think about all that. I gotta rock Christmas...
Like I said....stand back!