Ahhhhh.

The last trip to the post office happened twenty minutes ago, and now I’m upstairs with my shoes off and a cup of “Christmas Breakfast” tea next to me. As I said before, I loved all the extra things I did this Advent, but in the last day or so, it has just come down to a lot of details that wouldn’t die.

So now they’re dead. Packages have been assembled, Christmas newsletters have been sent out, and the dining room and office look like they’ve been hit by a tornado. (That’s why I’m upstairs and not downstairs. I’ll have at it tomorrow. Maybe.)

There’s just one other thing to take care of, and that’s the office Christmas party. The Christmas committee still isn’t sure about a theme, and there’s the potluck to figure out, plus the Secret Santa exchange has to happen. We’re pretty sure the CEO knows he has to give a speech (or at least a toast), but he kept saying that he needed more information, so I guess I’ve got to make up a flier to send out.

It may sound like we’re leaving this till pretty late, but we get to do things like that — as well as having blatantly religious overtones and lots of other harrassment — because our company only has two employees — Greg and myself. So whatever the committee (he and I) submit to management (him and me) will probably go through, because otherwise (we,) the legal deparment will have to get with (us,) the HR department and about that time, it just gets kind of confusing.

This is a new thing for this year, but we’re thinking it’ll be a tradition. For one thing, it’s absurd. It’s just a way to unwind and act like a company just long enough to make fun of all the things that we don’t miss about company life. And for another thing, it’s something just for us — no one else has to get the joke (which may be just as well), because it’s a family thing and a company thing, which is how our life is.

So I’ve got that to plan, and the decorations and potluck and flier and Secret Santa things to do. But it’s not exactly a high-pressure situation, because the worse it ends up the funnier it all is, which is kind of the point. Besides, it’s a labor of love, and those are never all that hard.