Hate Me Now

My presents are bought, wrapped and under the tree. My tree is completely decorated and color-coordinated. My apartment is clean, complete with Christmasy wall plug-in smelly things from Bath and Body Works.

There are pies ready for Thanksgiving. There’s a closet full of ready-made hostess gifts (mulled cider mix and wine).

You can hate me now.

I wish I could say this was some kind of super-preparedness measure, but it’s not.

I love shopping. I love Christmas. I hate Christmas shopping. It boils down to one this: I have panic attacks in large crowds.

I’m terribly claustrophobic. Christmas shopping sends me into a Vertigo spell and leaves me disoriented, wandering through stores fighting panic attacks. I’m terrified.

So, I tricked the season this year. I got a jump start on Christmas so I could enjoy the holidays and not get arrested for road rage. Score.

I’ll return home from a Thanksgiving dinner and start enjoying the Christmas season. An added bonus? It will be the slightest bit cooler, around 66 degrees, for Thanksgiving. I’ll be taking my peanut butter pie to a dinner, if you still need something to take.

and will be AAAAA next

What’s cooler, Santa will be blogging on Patch this year leading up to the big night. We’ll have where he will be, what he’s doing and warnings to the boys and girls.