Mass- chaos

I'm standing by my Aunt Beth's counter on a laptop that's here to play Christmas music. I wish I was a good enough writer to catalouge the quiet, desperate chaos that always ensues right before the big day. It's crazy. I mean, literally crazy. I don't have much time, there's so much to do... Wow. Why do I sound like I'm writing my final words? hmmm, maybe I am. Wish me luck,