This means that a lot of stuff we normally do (i.e. that we do NOT fail to do) has gotten done late and amid much rush, with imprecations muttered under the breath. At least from my end of things. In my beloved's case there has been much motion -- none of it forward -- which allows her to labor under the misconception that movement equals progress.
Because I am a fairminded sort, I shoulder half of the Christmas burdens. One task which was mine this year: the Making Room Thing.
For those of you "who cannot be arsed" to click, this is the day when we gather all the
Anyway, the stuff that is in new (almost always still in the original cellophane wrapping, to boot) is rewrapped and put under St. [Insert saint's name here] Church's "Giving tree" and will be given on Christmas morning to the underprivileged children in the poorer areas of our fair metrop.
(The other stuff is just donated in bulk. But that's another post for another Christmas.)
As a consequence of my worldview -- which may or may not be a particularly unique one -- I am of the mind that we are our brother's keeper and that task is (watch this closely, here) an individual moral obligation. So, it behooves me to actually do* something for my fellow man. It is also important for me to make sure my children actually latch on to the concept, as well. No matter how rough you have it, someone always will be worse off and if it is within your power to help, then help.
Also, because it was my turn to handle this task, I was a bit more...um...ruthless. Appeals to my pity to spare the FIFTH box of K'nex building sets, or the FIFTH Monopoly game or the SIXTH through NINTH Play-Doh playsets, etc. all were as seeds which, in the rocky soil that is my implacable will, could find no purchase. Off they all went.
You simply would not believe, if I told you, how much stuff (new, never opened, never given a glance since Dec. 25, 2007) was hauled away.
So here are some photos, that ye may believe indeed.
This is about 30% of the way into the packing extravaganza. The rules are the gifts must be wrapped and must state whether the gift is for a boy and/or a girl and the appropriate age range.
Here we are about 2/3 packed. Eagle-eyed readers will note those small bags were the ones I used as goody bags for TFBIM's party last year. (Glad the eBay seller sold me a gross of them!)
Here we see NOS carrying out bags aplenty on either arm. Eventually we had to make two trips.
And, here are gratuitous shots of our living room mit der tannenbaum
And a gratuituous shot of a test run of the tablescape in progress.
So there you have it.
* as opposed to "supporting something being done"