No, it is not an error. This holiday has just passed, it is done, finished, over. It is a ghost, a memory of a yearly tradition that will blend in with all the others recorded in my photograph album.
I am not a big fan of Christmas. Never have been. Well, I shouldn't say that. I was a huge enthusiast until I turned eight. Then, when I found the big guy didn't exist, it lost its allure. Jesus had nothing to do with it. (For some crazy reason my mother, a devout Catholic, always somehow separated Santa and the Holy Family to give us two distinctly different holidays in the same day.) I still believe in Jesus. It's Santa I'm a little shaky on. (Just to give equal measure, I also do not participate in Halloween, or 4th of July. Thanksgiving is starting to wear thin, and I'm not liking the Easter Bunny all that much either.)
I'm also not liking that I'm on hiatus from my writing and no one told me. I'm really hating the fact I've lost more days than I can count. I'm really itching to dig into the story and write the next chapter. Problem #1) The Small One is home. All the time. Problem #2) I have to play catch up on my housework (And let me tell you it's not pretty) Problem #3) My mother is back from RI (Did I tell you she got an earlier flight on Christmas Eve so we didn't have to drive to Charlotte, thank the good Lord.) which means I am at her beck and call once again. Yesterday we left to go shopping at 8 o'clock in the morning and didn't return until 4pm. I haven't shopped like that since I was in my 20's.
Christmas always throws a hitch into my giddy-up. No matter where I am or what I'm doing. It's as if I become a whole other different person and I can't seem to get my real life back. Like I've been captured by aliens and I have to try and live in a totally weird way where I can't speak the language or understand its customs. It's disconcerting. And then, poof, it's over.
Don't get me wrong, I did everything I could to make sure the Small One had a big fat smile on her face when she came downstairs Christmas morning, and I did capture it on film. However, I think if I had my way, I'd spend the holiday on a barren beach somewhere tropical, with a couple good books and a bottle of Coppertone.