I had started the day with an early morning run to Portland. I had to pick up a pewter cup that we had engraved and while I was there I thought I would look for boots and a few last minute gifts.
What was suppose to be a quick trip to Portland ended up a full day of shopping and poking around. I stopped at my son's office and grabbed him for lunch then it was more shopping.
By the time I arrived back home late in the afternoon, I was beat. Ready for my wine and wishing for someone to prepare something, anything for dinner.
But that where this little tale began. Instead of pouring a glass of wine or starting dinner... I made my third batch of Elf Food. That's when the DH walked in and gave me the bad news...
He had been talking to people. He'd heard about this condition on the radio, on t.v. and in the papers. He kept it to himself for as long as he could, endured the pain of it and tried to come to a place of comfort before he would break the news.
I was suffering from...
H. P. D.
Holiday * Perfection * Disorder
Here are a few of the symptoms:
Cleaning the house with wild abandon.
Polishing anything that can be polished-copper, pewter, silver.
Cleaning out the cupboards, drawers and closets.
Taking far too long in choosing the most beautiful wrapping paper.
Taking far too long in choosing the most beautiful ribbons.
Decorating and redecorating the Christmas trees.
Tucking fresh boxwood everywhere.
Lighting candles constantly.
Baking too many goodies.
Getting too little sleep.
Playing holiday music all day.
Wanting a fire every night.
And that's just a few of the symptoms...
The holidays come once a year and yes...I do like to make it all special for my family.
Do you too suffer from
H. P. D. ?
Please tell me~
Next year I will simplify.
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