Hurry, hurry, says the radio; only one week, only one week to shop! As if everything were going to fall off the edge of the world when the clock strikes Christmas. It's a Day, Media People: a beautiful, special day, but still a Day. With a Next Day after it, and another Next Day after that, God willing. And you know what? There is nothing so sacred about Christmas Morning Gifts that makes anything given later than 11:30 a.m., December 25th, illegitimate. You could have Christmas in January, or February, or July; and some do, at least the January part. And I do know one family who are saving it all up for February, due to an expected grandchild and other problems with getting together any earlier. I say this to myself when I catch myself getting at all worried about getting things done by a certain day.
On the other hand, I am trying very hard to wind down all crafting, making, cooking, and/or shopping, and take a breather before Christmas--I'm not one of Santa's elves, after all. (Did you ever see the episode of Bewitched where Santa and his elves are in speeded-up mode, making toys in the Stevens' living room on Christmas Eve, and Mrs. Kravitz peeks through the window and goes screaming back to her husband, "They got elves!")
How about you?