I think I'll just put up the Christmas tree and call it a year.
Maybe summer is a bad idea anyway. Maybe taking a break from an insistent pre-schooler bellowing "Hnam, Hnam, Hnam.....Hnam!" ("Sam" with a speech variation) incessantly would be dangerous for my longevity.
If we go straight into winter '08/09, I'll never know how wonderful, warm, and refreshing the summer might have been. I'll begin to forget what it feels like to sit in an adorondak and watch the children eat sand. I'll forget the green of grass, the freedom of bare feet.
Cookie exchange, anyone?