Maybe it's not so bad after all...

Have I mentioned that my whole problem with Christmas is due to my gift anxiety? It is. I always buy too much. It's really because I never feel like I'm giving enough. I hate birthdays for the same reason. I periodically contemplate this issue I have. Is it because I'm adopted? Do I have some deep-seated need for approval that generally does not manifest in regular daily life? I don't know. But I still feel like I'm not buying enough for other people.

But... on a happy note. I'm really almost done shopping. I have one gift left to buy. One gift! And the wife can really pick that out. It's for my grandma. He's much better at picking stuff out for the little old ladies. It makes me gag. He's less good at picking stuff out for me. I don't know what his problem is. I always tell him what I want as the year goes by. I even email him gift ideas. Forget it! He won't get me something I like--because then I might be expecting it!

Well, to be fair, I don't think he likes what I get him either. I can't help it! He always buys what he likes... where does that leave me. It doesn't matter anymore. I know that this year he'll get at least three things that he'll like.

I've put up the tree. The needles aren't falling off. And honestly, I'm sort of enjoying the holiday season this year!