I let time get away from me today. Funny how that happens when you're baking two cakes, and washing dishes from the previous evening's Chex Mix creation, and wrapping gifts, and attending a holiday get-together from 6:00 to 9:00 p.m.
Saturday all I have to do is bake another cake, make a pie, whip up some vegetable dip, churn out a batch of potato salad, and devil over a dozen eggs. Oh, and finish wrapping presents. After I dash out for a couple of last-minute items. Then attend a Christmas Eve bash at my sister's house.
We are having a sandwich Christmas this year. My mom is our hostess. No need for her to try to prepare a big spread after church. The kids always want to rush through the meal anyway. Not that they're tiny tots anymore. But they don't appreciate a lavish banquet the likes of Mr. Bumble's in the movie Oliver! Food, glorious food, indeed. They would be just as happy with a single bowl of gruel if it meant we could get to present-opening and game-playing faster.
I am asking Santa for a few more hours in a day. He doesn't even have to wrap them.