It’s the moooooooost….wonderful tiiiiiiiiiiime…of the year...
Well, if you say so, Andy.
It all depends on your point of view, I suppose.
Consider this: You could
be kicking back with your favorite holiday beverage (mine is currently hot tea
with Fireball whiskey), with all of the household lights off and the Christmas
lights on, a purring cat in your lap, Christmas tunes on the stereo, and a
feeling of general well-being – the cards are sent, the gifts are wrapped, the
holiday platters are ordered. All is
calm, all is bright, yadda yadda.
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| Straight outta Martha Stewart. |
OR…
You could be running around in panic because you lost your
shopping list, half of the tree’s lights don’t work, someone stole your outdoor
Nativity set, the kids have eaten all the cookies (half of which were burned
and you simply didn’t care), your shopping isn’t even started, Little Bobby won’t
stop shrieking about getting that new Star Wars BB-8 remote-control toy that
you refuse to buy for that price, your disgruntled teenaged daughter just
destroyed your perfect Christmas cake by feeding it to the dog, who vomited it
all over the holiday centerpiece you took hours arranging, the cards aren’t
done, and your husband announced his entire family is coming to Christmas
dinner. And now you have to go to
Walmart. On the weekend before
Christmas. Fa la frickin' la!!
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| Why, God, WHYYYYYY |
This is the perfect time for me to shove a shameless plug
for our books, which I will, of course, now do.
*clears throat, drinks more Fireball tea, and clears throat again*
Hear ye, oh woebegone Christmas procrastinators! For those readers on your list – and we know
you have them – we proudly offer up our first two books. You can buy them by clicking on the “Purchase
Our Books” button above, and they’ll be delivered right to your door. Here’s a nice Christmas ad for you, too.
Now, take a deep breath. It's not all so bad, really. Go find your list, it's probably upstairs by the bed – or make a new one – and stick to
it. Buy fresh cookies, and tell Little
Bobby you'll think about the BB-8 toy if he cleans up the dog vomit, finds every piece
of your Nativity set, and changes out the tree lights to your
satisfaction. Send your Christmas cards
over email. Send the teenager to Walmart
and have her make you a new centerpiece.
Buy several of our books, pop them into gift bags, and voila, you’re all
done. Now, go sit in your chair with
your Fireball, pick up your own copy of our book, and relax. Dinner with the in-laws will be cake after
that…and by the way, great cake.
Peace on earth, folks. Enjoy your holidays.
- Rebecca
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