Things I still have to do before Christmas:
Call some friends, get some stocking stuffers, get the "Christmas Goose", and search for that illusive Christmas spririt that seems to disappear from the room just as I walk in. Its not that I don't have any excitement about Christmas, well, no, actually that's pretty much it in a nutshell.
Maybe its my age. Once you've done this for 40 years or so, you pretty much know the routine. I think one year I'm going to go camping or something, get away from all the Christmas hoohoo, and just watch the little animals play in the woods. Of course, with my luck, some bear will come up and decide to join me for the holidays, and so he won't eat me, I'll still have to lay out some kind of spread besides nuts and berries. It will be that one last onery bear that doesn't have the spirit either, and has decided to roam the earth instead of hybernating like all his good friends and neighbors. Maybe I could dress him up like a reindeer or something. I think thats probably a bad idea.
Maybe a Christmas cruise where I'll set around with other seniors and try to catch some old codgers eye, so we can trip the light fantastic. Of course instead of shuffle board we'll be doing morning aerobics and be two damned stiff and tired for anything else, popping that extra-strength tylenol for all its worth.
Maybe I could go on a bicycle tour of Europe, like the young people do, or Australia, that would be better. Hit the outback, get lost, and wander about for a week or so. Maybe run across a few of those spiders as big as a watermelon. Now, that would make my day. Of course I might meet some rich Australian sheep farmer who hasn't seen a woman in 10 years, and make his lights twinkle a little brighter. No, I'd probably run into some sweet young backpackers who would call me Ma'am, and offer to carry me back to the old-folks home.
Where is that Christmas spirit?!? No, wait, I see it, its right there, I can almost reach it....damn!! missed it again. Guess I'll keep trying.