Paper dolls don't scream Christmas, but I've had six cut-out paper dolls hanging between the two computers on my desk throughout the holiday season.
That's about as Christmasy as I've gone this year.
Someone in the newsroom made the paper dolls to show another someone what they were, and the second someone decided they'd look good taped between my computers.
They're quite ugly little dolls, but each has a white-out smile that never fades, and I like that. But the second someone also tried to make the little hats, which turned the little dolls upside down, a position which bothered me enough that I threw the hats away.
Which shows to go you that even a good plan can go awry.
A year ago I had a good plan. Not a resolution, mind you, but a plan for the year, a plan certain to make the year pass easily while getting Christmas gifts made for friends and family in a timely manner.
When I missed the January part of the plan, I ignored the consequences. After all, it was still cold in January, and nobody else seemed to be getting much done either. Nobody would censor me if I spent my spare time cozied under a soft blanket in my recliner watching the old movies channel.
I love that channel, especially movies with Cary Grant and Katharine Hepburn like "Bringing Up Baby."
Anyway, snuggling under my blankie took care of January. February was too short to expect anything important getting done. I didn't have all the stuff I needed anyway, and it was still too cold to go shopping for anything.
I wanted to start carving again. I've carved a horse and a giraffe, which looked remarkably alike, and wanted to stretch my wings. Because I didn't want to venture out on the roads in February, I reclined my recliner and took a little nap.
March and April tried to kill me, but I fought back, which expended so much energy I couldn't follow my good plan for the year. May got lost in getting ready for June and July, and all three dropped the good-plan ball. In August I tried fighting back, but had pretty much lost the plan by then - not the idea of the plan, but the plan itself.
In September and October, I made a new plan, which, had it been January and February, would have set me in good stead for the year. In the fall, the best I could manage were a few days of beautiful weather and colorful trees.
My plan for November stayed strong in my head - pull together everything I'd done all year and wrap them as gifts for holiday giving, which would give me all of December to play, to make cookies, decorate my house and have parties. I didn't need a plan to remember that. But, no good on either account.
My holiday decorations, at home and at work, centers around six cut-out paper dolls hanging between my computers. They're fun, but I've grown cross-eyed looking through them at the receptionist.
So long friends, until the next time when we're together.
Contact Sandy Mickelson at (515) 573-2141 or firstname.lastname@example.org