Sunday, December 15th
Santa: Ho ho ho, Emily! Guess who’s checking his list and thinking about the nicest person in town? ??
Emily: I thought I was on the naughty list? ??
Santa: ?? Well, the elves told me someone’s been spreading kindness and making treats for bake sales. That’s definitely getting you on the “Nice” list!
Emily: You’ve been talking to the elves about me? I’m flattered! Maybe I should leave some extra cookies out this year. ??
Santa: Extra cookies are always appreciated, especially if they come with good company. How about we share some treats soon?
I hesitate, my phone in hand, the warmth of Santa’s message contrasting with the chilly December morning and the silence of my house. A part of me yearns to escape, to embrace a moment for myself, perhaps even to meet Santa. But then, the weight of motherhood anchors me back to reality. My son, Ben, will be home shortly, and the mountain of holiday tasks looms large. A million thoughts swirl through my head: his hopeful face when he mentioned that special toy, the one I’ve searched for tirelessly, the gifts that still need wrapping, the house that is in urgent need of festive cheer. Guilt gnaws at me as my mind whirls with the unending list of tasks, each one a reminder of my role as a mom, leaving little room for anything else.
Emily : Treats sound very nice, but it’s mayhem over here. So much to do before Christmas, and not enough hours in the day!