Hurry

Faster and faster. The time is flying forward and I am caught in such a forward moving sensation of Hurrying that I have bounced off of most of the furniture, doorways and walls of the house. CHRISTMAS IS COMING. I confess that I do not have a tree decorated. I confess that I have eaten a third of the pan of fudge that I have made for those who come calling...Like who for instance? I confess that I have not wrapped a single present, or sent out my gifts, or worn any Christmas clothing, or my reindeer antlers. I have secluded myself in the studio, and I have been Making and making. I can't seem to stop myself. I think I might need some help. Its like being consumed by the sewing BORG or something. Yikes that's a strange thought. I am being sucked into the Thread Universe. Well, maybe not. Here is the tree I made. tell me what you think. I'll try to lay off the Fudge, my heart beats irregularly on that stuff. Its laced with crack or something.