Crazy for Christmas Knitting

I must have been been crazy to think I could get the amount of knitting I have left to do done before Christmas. It was either a serious lapse in judgement or a big, fat ego. Who do I think I am? I guess I forgot how many hands I have and that one of my shoulders really hurts. And that there is that whole pacemaker deal coming up in a couple of days. Jeez.

Every year I say I'm not going to knit as much as I did last year. And every year I end up trying to find a box that half of something and it's connected yarn ball will fit into. It never fails. When my family leaves at the end of a wonderful day I'm left with  little boxes of more knitting to do. This will happen again this year...I'm just trying to decide which person will get the shaft. 

One Christmas, years ago, I knit my brand new son-in-law a pair of socks. Well, one and a half socks actually. I guess I thought it would be good to let him see how this family actually operates. Or me rather...how I operate. He opened the box and took out first the finished sock, then the ball of yarn with the needle sticking out of it and then the remaining half sock still on the 3 dpn's. He looked up with such a puzzled look on his face. The poor guy didn't know if he should say thank-you or what the hell? My darling granddaughter who was only 6 at the time said with excitement, 'Oh cool! You get to learn how to knit!' Ye-a-ah. That's it. He gets to learn how to knit. I had to explain my lack of finishing power and he was a gentleman about it. There was a suspicious look in his eye but I got a hug anyway. I finished those socks up in a hurry because he wasn't yet used to the family dynamic and the giving of things that maybe should have stayed out in the alley. We have a fun time. 

I do have most of the grandchildren knitting done. I don't want them to think their grandma is completely wack-a-do. And I don't want to disappoint children so young. They have years ahead of them left for that. I am counting on my own children to bear the brunt of my knitting madness. They already have lots of wool socks and they know I will get around to finishing everything eventually no matter if it's in the middle of the searing heat of summer. It's just now down to which child. Who can take it one more year and who will crack?