I Don’t Even Recognize Myself Anymore
I have a confession to make.
It’s too horrible to mention, though it must be said out loud. Perhaps an open discussion will take the stigma out of it.
Here it goes:
: deep breath :
I’ve got the Christmas spirit and I don’t know why.
This is a perplexing condition. Usually I’m very, very cranky from about November 15ish until about January 3ish.
I hate the music. Hate the cheesey decorations. Hate the whole hubbub.
For reasons I cannot explain, every once in a while, I get the spirit. I *want* to celebrate the season. I have a burning desire to decorate. I hum Christmas carols. I plan out gift lists and actually, *gasp*, send holiday cards out.
It’s an illness for which there is no cure.
It’s been about three years since I had this affliction. I cannot explain why it hit me so hard this year, but here it is with all its screaming tinsel and shouting jingle bells.
Halloween snuck up on me out of nowhere. Thanksgiving arrived and caught me unawares.
But Christmas? Nope. I’ve got my catcher’s mitt on and I’m waiting for ya!
I even…well, I did a bad thing yesterday.
It looks like this:
I know! Don’t look at me…I’m so ashamed.
At least it’s not decorated yet.
But that’s only because…
No, it’s too terrible to speak.
But I must.
There are no ornaments on my tree yet because….
Because I’m MAKING THEM ALL THIS YEAR!!!!
It’s a sickness.
: hums : Just hear those sleigh bells ringing their jing-jing-jingling tuuuuune. C’mon it’s lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with yoooouuuuu.
Photo by Karen Fayeth, taken with my iPhone 4