There are now three-ish days left until Christmas, and I (we) have not:

-    Decorated the Christmas tree.
-    Hung the stockings.
-    Unpacked the breakable nativity set. (The kids’ wooden one is out.)
-    Wrapped any presents.
-    Finished shopping. I keep thinking I’m done and then realizing I’m not. Apparently thinking of a gift is not the same as actually buying a gift.
-    Baked gingerbread, gingerbread cookies, cutout cookies, those almond cookies that come out of the cookie press…or, um, any kind of cookies. No seasonal baking whatsoever. None. Not any.

I’m considering telling my kids that our family does all that stuff—well, the decorating; nevermind the baking—on Christmas Eve. Would that count as a clever sanity-preserving tactic (giving myself permission not to have done it yet), or just as lying? Do you think?

Alright, alright, I won’t invent fake family traditions. But we may end up decorating on Christmas Eve regardless, the way things have been going around here.

Where did December go, anyway?