I am my family’s orchestrator-in-chief for the holidays and I am not ready. There’s always a last minute rush for me, but this year business trips and other obligations mean there’s no card yet, the tree got decorated yesterday and only a handful of gifts have been purchased. As I finally kick my efforts into gear, I can’t help but remember a recent December when things were very different.
The alarm went off at 5:15 a.m. on Christmas morning. I shook my husband awake. We tiptoed to the room where our three boys were sleeping, placed a small gift at the foot of each bed, and left a note ostensibly from Santa Claus.