Three days 'til Christmas

We’re sliding into Christmas, and my nerves are on edge. This year, it’s my family at our house (sister and her husband and kids, and one niece’s boyfriend) — plus a handful of assorted friends — and I feel like we’re nowhere near ready. Now that our six-month remodeling project is done, there are only a few pieces of furniture to still move back into place, some boxes to unpack, etc. But I feel like I’m out of control, never a good thing for me, and particularly not for my loved ones. (“Oh oh, I can hear him starting to snap apart! Everybody, out of the house!”)

But what I know for sure is that when all is said and done, everything will be fine, and we’ll all have a bang-up time. I’ve just got to get through this weekend.

One thing that’s not helping, though: the constant droning through my radio of Bruce Springsteen’s version of “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town.” When oh when did that bit of drivel become an Xmas staple?