Yesterday I was taking my kids to the pool, fixing a flat tire on my go-kart and taking out a loan to treat my family to popcorn, Milk Duds and another animated blockbuster with talking reptiles.
Then, all of a sudden, it's time to bundle up for school choir concerts, office parties and church potlucks. Or, as I like to call them, pot-not-so-luckies.
Fight as I might, it is indisputable that Christmas will come, the calendar will turn to 2011, and I will ask each of these questions: "What time is that dinner again? Is there leftover fudge? Hey, who hid my favorite tie, the one that plays 'Jungle Bell Rock' when you squeeze Rudolph's nose?"