A few years ago, my best friend (who knows who she is, but shall remain nameless) gave me a cute snowman decoration. He has a hat and a scarf and a small wooden sign that tells you how many days until Christmas. The sign holds two little blocks with numbers printed on them and each day you turn the blocks to display the appropriate number of days until Christmas.
It's funny how people have different points of view. Today is December 10th. My shopping is sort of done, my cards are ready, but have not been mailed, I have yet to bake one goodie, nor have I wrapped any gifts. In other words, I'm well on my way, but I still have several items on my holiday to-do list and time is ticking away. On the other hand, my son sees things very differently.
A week or so ago, as I slept, I had that keen awareness that parents get when their children are standing by the bed staring at them. I jumped and asked him what was wrong. It was a school day and, as I've mentioned, he doesn't make a habit of being up at 5am.
"I made it 22." He whispered loudly.
I was extremely groggy. "Made what 22?" I asked.
"WHAT numbers?" Now I'm feeling groggy and irritated.
"The Christmas numbers. It's only 22 days until Christmas."
Oh. Thanks for reminding me. Gifts to buy, cards to mail, cookies to bake, tree to buy and decorate, presents to wrap... Suddenly, I'm wide awake.