I feel like everybody does Christmas up royally, except me. They’re ready to go at Thanksgiving, decorate beautifully, buy perfect presents, have the best parties, and are crestfallen when it’s over. They can hardly wait for the next chance to celebrate, be it St. Valentine’s Day , then Easter until the next Christmas comes up again.

Here it is, almost Super Bowl time and I’m kicking myself over another blown Christmas. I’m trying one more time. I’ll send Christmas cards on the Fourth of July, so I won’t miss the chance to get them out. I’ll watch Miracle On 34th Street at least once a month , and take notes.

I’ll buy hard candy, make egg nog monthly for practice, give to the Salvation Army and Toys for Tots.

Next time , I won’t make mistakes or miss any chance to celebrate.

Next time.