It seems way too early to be saying those words. Honestly, for the first time in many years (at least the nine that I’ve documented here on the blog), I haven’t even been looking forward to seeing you. And I’m not quite sure why. Usually, I’m full-on ready to start the holiday season as soon as we finish the dishes on Thanksgiving. But not this year.
And I even feel like I’m trying.
I’ve been playing fun Christmas songs with Charlie in the car since early November (special favorites include Ella Fitzgerald’s Jingle Bells and Frosty the Snowman). We watched Love Actually and the Grinch (the original one) on Thanksgiving. Holiday Lights! Katie and I planned Christmas Eve and Christmas Day (including menus). I’ve been spending time each morning with an Advent devotion. Sara has plane tickets to spend over a week here, beginning on Christmas Eve. (not to mention the countless number of red cups and holiday spice flat whites 😉
It’s not that I feel like a Grinch. I just don’t feel like it’s December. and I certainly don’t feel like Christmas is 24 days away.
This morning, I finally put the pumpkins that have been “decorating” our front porch since October into the trash. And then I went to Costco and bought a wreath. I figure nothing says “Welcome December” like fresh evergreens on my front door.
Charlie and I are going to the Angel Breakfast at church on Saturday morning. Then Marc and I have plans to get our tree on Sunday. (and hopefully I’ll get it and the rest of the house decorated next week!)
And hopefully I’ll snap out of this funk. Because you are one of my favorite months. I love so much about you: the twinkle lights. the hope and anticipation of Advent. the music. the stories. the hustle and bustle. celebrating traditions and making new memories. spending time with family. winding down the old year and looking forward to the new one.
So, what do you think, December? Can we do this? I’m counting on you!