First: there’s are a lot of songs about being “too late,” y’all. I was going to pick some catchy lyric to use as the title but I couldn’t. Too overwhelmed with choices.
Second, but really most important: Christmas is doneso. In the past. Over. Yes, my tree is still up and yes, my gifts are still beneath it. Unwrapped, but still there (does any other family do that?). But the ravaging of colored paper is finit.
And I couldn’t help but notice that I seem to be a few gifts short this year.
I mean, I don’t want to be one of those people, but I just wanted to hypothetically toss it out there that I won’t pitch a fit if your gift comes a little later this year. I mean, it’s already late. But I won’t be angry. So don’t think you should cancel it or anything.
As long as it’s this, of course:
the sloppy copy 