This week is officially the beginning of my track break. For the first time in a lot of years, I am not stressed about Christmas. I'm not ripping my hair out worrying about how I will get it all done in time. I have the basic outlines of a plan. Some things are even already done. And I have plenty of time to accomplish what I want. Time enough even, to goof off in between. It's wonderful. This year I should not be up until 3 a.m. on Christmas Eve finishing the last of the handmade gifts.
We put up the tree (not just this one, the big one too) and the rest of the decorations. I have a couple of ideas in my head of things to add this year. If it gets done, great. If not, well, that's ok too.
Today we don't have any commitments, but I was thinking I might take the kids to the library. Then maybe to a thrift store to see if I can find something for some ideas I saw around the 'net. But I just heard the wind howl outside the window like a gang of unruly cats. Hmm, maybe we'll just stay here!