Christmas is coming

It's the best part of the day right now. It's not quite six, I'm having my first cup of hot steaming coffee (heavy on the cream, leave off the sugar), I'm the only one up (well, except for Pyewackit, the big fat Siamese cat) and it's still dark out. It's later than 0 dark 30 but earlier than anyone who doesn't have to be up normally is. Like I said, my favorite time of the day. Early. I've addressed and stamped the last of my Christmas cards ready to put in the mail box, wiped down the cabinets and prepared the table for wrapping gifts. I said yesterday that we are absolutely positively and thankfully finished the shopping for the year. I've gone over the list of who I must buy for and I have achieved success. I can't think of a single thing that I have to get and the tree is now ready to receive her packages. Today, I'm making my fudge (and if I hear one more person question the deliciousness of Velveeta fudge, I'm personally bringing you a piece and use it as a gobstop...the divinity has to be made, the Christmas Birthday cake I'll do on Monday...I've bought the eldest son his own personal fruitcake...and I can't help but think that I have forgotten someone. The Granddaugther of course has made out like a bandit again...if Grandpa thinks she should have it, she gets it...I'm pretty sure I have the kids covered...my sisters, (all of them, blood sister, then Good Sister and Evil Sister) all have a little something under the tree, Daddy's gift is wrapped and under there...there's vacuuming to do ,chicken to be cooked (for the Chicken and Dumplings) and still it nags. I have forgotten something. One more cup of coffee may help loosen up the thought. I'm not sure, but I think it may be the actual busy-ness of the season that makes our blood flow with excitement. It seems that the closer the day gets, the faster this sled of time hurls itself down the mountainside til WHAM, it hits that barrier of Christmas morning and begins to slow down to a more normal speed. And thus the end of the year is upon us. Just like that. Umm, the second cup of coffee is better than the first. Now I have time to taste it and let it soothe jangled nerves...and there it is. I haven't gotten Mac anything. Well, we bought our usual "big gift for each other" but I usually give him something extra. I know, I know, he has me...but that's more or less the gag gift, so I guess I'll be out and about after all, today. Wish me luck. I want to find just the right thing for the man who beat out Cary Grant in my affections!
Velveeta Fudge for a loved one....