Christmas is coming whether you want it to or not.
When I was at the supermarket the evening of Halloween the worker bees were busy elbowing the pumpkins and packs of fake spiderwebs to one side to make room for . . . .
Today as I was driving home I saw this!
The trees are already being cut. I can't imagine these trees being very fresh in two months time . . . but there you have it.
I was in a garden centre last week - being drawn in by the dazzling light display. Artificial trees are very expensive. There was one that was over £300. Jeeze. I live in Scotland. Small evergreen trees grow wild around here. . . . Why on earth would I pay so much for a non-needle dropping and non-fragrant artificial tree? It's a rhetorical question . . . you don't have to answer that.
Christmas is making me anxious this year. A holiday shouldn't produce anxiety. I wish we could go away again as we did in 2007 but we can't do that either.
This particular blog entry is designed to manage the expectations of my family and friends. I have very few resources. There is precious little time or money to devote to Christmas this year. It doesn't mean that I don't like Christmas, I do! I love giving gifts and making things lovely for the top winter holiday. In the past when I was cash poor, I had the luxury of making things ahead of time. I used creativity instead of cash . . . . but now I can't even do that. Full time job with extra requests for productivity until the end of December.
I'll see what I can do. I'm sure I'll come up with something.