One thing that I unabashedly hate about the holidays is the eternal question: “Are you ready for Christmas?” I have never known what to answer. Invariably, I say something along the lines of “Oh, I never am,” never until the day actually starts. It seems self-defeating to me to work so hard at the big Christmas Machine that you cannot enjoy the day.
I slave over hot computers instead, thinking self-contentedly about the nice, big ham in the refrigerator downstairs.
Now you, quit reading blogs and go do something enjoyable!