NORMAN — We’re getting to that point in the Advent Season or, well, fine, OK, Christmas season (even though it’s not officially Christmas for another five days) when the pressure seems to be on.
We’re running out of days to shop, we’re running out of free time to sit down and write out Christmas cards, we’re running out of moments to run to the post office and mail the package to our cousin stationed abroad and we’re running out of time to create the absolutely perfect Pottery Barn/Martha Stewart model home and lawn. Right? Perfection. Will we achieve it this Christmas, or will this holiday be a complete and utter failure?
The nurse at a doctor’s office yesterday asked me if I was ready for Christmas. I just sat there for a long moment and said, “I’m not sure how to answer that question.” I don’t know if she remembered that I was a clergywoman or not, so I added, “There are five worship services between me and Christmas right now.”
She put the blood pressure cuff around my arm and said, “Five worship services? I’m talking about your family stuff.” I said, “Well, they’re a part of all of that.”
“And do you cook all day Christmas Eve?”
“Are you kidding?”
“Well, you have to have plenty to eat on Christmas.”
“That’s what Crock-Pots are for. I spend most of Christmas Day incoherent.”
She looked puzzled, so I said, “We have three church services on Christmas Eve: 5 o’clock, 7 o’clock and 11 o’clock.” Her eyes glazed over.
I said, “The neat thing is my family comes to all three services with me and they help out.” And fortunately, between the good people at Hickory Farms, something I’ve thawed and the pie my mother usually makes ahead of time, we get fed.