How the Flu Saved Christmas
‘Twas two weeks before Christmas and inside my brain
Were To Do’s and Lists, long and insane.
So much to get done, all tasks fall to me
From purchasing presents to trimming the tree.
Heather is an essayist, editor, CMO, mommy, and wife seeking stillness while in a state
of nearly constant motion. She lives, walks, and eats in the greatest city in the world: Chicago.
‘Twas two weeks before Christmas and inside my brain
Were To Do’s and Lists, long and insane.
So much to get done, all tasks fall to me
From purchasing presents to trimming the tree.
The boys are counting down the days this week until Bubbles the Elf returns from the North Pole, and almost every morning from December 1 to the 24th they are brimming with excitement, jumping up and down in their footed Christmas pajamas, begging to go find what that little Elf has been up to overnight.
Read MoreThe more I thought about that perfect garden just down the street, the less I wanted anything to do with my own humble plot. But towards the end of summer, I saw something that changed my mind.
Read MoreI don’t carry as much stuff around with me in my arms, but my brain and my time are as overstuffed with tasks as my old diaper bag configuration was.
Read MoreYou’d think it would be easy to give away candy, but it wasn’t. Not always.
Read MoreI had high hopes for today.
Read MoreIn my adult life, it’s easy to be hurt and to carry that hurt around like a scab can pick at whenever you have a moment to think about it.
Read MoreI encourage my kids to talk to strangers. And to share their candy.
Read MoreIt would never occur to me to ask for that second treat. But he’s Batman and Batman will devour as many lollypops as possible.
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