Those were not visions of sugarplums dancing in my head last night, they were lists of things yet undone flashing in front of my (closed) eyes. Next to me, Bess was having "sympathy dreams" as she whined and cried in her sleep. The baking is done, the chile verde simmered in the oven all night, the poker (dining room) table is cleared of all sewing projects, and presents were purchased.
As we are
now all adults (I won't say "grown up;" that may never happen - insert
smiley face here), we set a five-dollar limit on gifts. That demands a
degree of imagination and creativity. Being the mom, I claim a certain
exemption and throw in cookies and other goodies; somehow, they never
complain or claim I've cheated.
Since one of the things unfinished is wrapping packages, I'd best get at it. Shhh, I may dust, or not.