Oh, the hateful pitfalls of growing old. Here are mine, in no particular order:
You can't remember what presents you've bought during the year
When you do remember, you forget where you hid them.
You can't remember if you sent a card to Aunt Flo, so you send... another
You remember the tasty stuffing you made last year, but forget which recipe it was, so you can't make it again this year.
You forget you've already got sprouts, but when you see a stalk of red ones, you buy them, having forgotten it's only me that eats them.
You forget where you carefully placed the Christmas table cloth. You buy another, only to find the original. What do you do with 2 table cloths you only use one day out of 365?
I'm sure there are more examples of Christmas nesia, but heck, I've forgotten them.
You can't remember what presents you've bought during the year
When you do remember, you forget where you hid them.
You can't remember if you sent a card to Aunt Flo, so you send... another
You remember the tasty stuffing you made last year, but forget which recipe it was, so you can't make it again this year.
You forget you've already got sprouts, but when you see a stalk of red ones, you buy them, having forgotten it's only me that eats them.
You forget where you carefully placed the Christmas table cloth. You buy another, only to find the original. What do you do with 2 table cloths you only use one day out of 365?
I'm sure there are more examples of Christmas nesia, but heck, I've forgotten them.