Mosh is right, kids. And so is Noldar.
Between Thanksgiving and Christmas--- fuhgeddabbouddit. I cease to exist as a person and morph into a cross between Santa Claus, Mrs. Claus AND an elf... I make presents and shop for a host of people (including a bunch of kids from the Angel Tree), I bake insane amounts of sweets and goodies, I wrap for DAYS, I make our Christmas Cards and hand write and address them, blah blah, blah... Just the house decorating takes me two days (It's Julianna's Christmas Wonderland, y'all). Oh! And we have to go see Santa and take sevral trips to see the lights throughout the season as well. All the while keeping up with the normal momminess of laundry, cooking and cleaning, nose-wiping, homework-helping, and taxi service.
It's the only way to make the magic for the kids. I realize that not all mothers take things to such extremes, but it was done for me, so I will do it for them. I literally collapse into bed each night.
Moms are freaking busy right now.
Merry Christmas, boys. Miss you.