Inaction

So, Christmas is rapidly approaching and I am thinking about our St. Stephen's Day feast.  I don't know who St. Stephen was or how that became a holiday here (one that is not celebrated in America), but I do know that we will be serving copious amounts of Indian food here at our house. There is something about the day after Christmas in Ireland which means that "if you didn't cook Christmas dinner, it's your turn to take in everybody today for a meal".

Today, there is so much to do.  I am just looking around my house at all the last minute jobs like wrapping a couple presents, finishing laundry, etc, etc, and it actually makes me less and less inclined to do any of them. In fact I find myself sitting at the table eating "Tesco's Finest" Nut Granola and sipping a lukewarm instant decaf coffee.  Yes, I have the Peets that arrived in the heavenly box from Santa Barbara, but I'm saving it!!!

Christmas Rush

Christmas is always a special season.  In the middle of July people look forward to Christmas.  In Ireland you think of white, frost covered fields, grass crunching under your feet, you see yourself looking through your own frosted window at the multicolored lights on your own Christmas tree. How is it then, that Christmas is always suddenly here? You find yourself with one week left to the day, having very little bought for your "significant other", no idea how you are going to entertain the hordes of guests you promised to have on St. Stephen's Day, and hoping you get everything wrapped and the cookies out for Santa.

It happens every year!