And the Gold Goes to....'Mom'ory

I've decided that the holiday season should be honored as any great sport; with trophies, applause, and envy. 

There should be no reason why I can't nominate my sister for a silver in speed-shopping, my friend for a bronze in cookies, or my mother for a gold in wrapping. That woman has had years of practice and determination and her skill in coordination and tasteful 'bling' atop each present is amazing and would have anyone else hanging their stockings in shame. 

I, however, skate by with the declaration that I am rustic and cozy, since I don't have much going on worthy of any award. Maybe next year I will affix big velvet bows to the doorknobs or hang snowman towels in the bathroom. Maybe I'll even have a pie-flavored candle burning 'round the clock. 

It's not that I don't love Christmas, either. I do, but holiday decorating just may not be my forte. There are so many things to unwrap, then dust, only to wrap them up again. For what, a month? We didn't even open all of our holiday boxes this year. My poor baby Jesus celebrated his birthday in my damp and dark garage (God forgive me!). I hope the tissue paper he was wrapped in kept him warm, at least. 

So, nice job everyone else, for making this a festive season. I saw your trees through your opened curtains and your mantels covered in greens. I think I even saw someone's mommy kissing Santa Claus underneath the mistletoe! Trophies for all and 'clap', 'clap', 'clap' for a job well done. I am red and green with envy.