Unabashedly Sentimental


Wherein Our Heroine Welcomes the Festive Season.
It's December first, and I can feel the breeze of a million advent calendar doors swinging wide.

I love this time of year. I love Christmas trees, claymation Rudolph, holiday carols, sneaky secrets, velvet holiday clothes, and twinkling lights. I am not so nuts about the pressure and expectations, the massive outlay of cash (which we can ill-afford this year), and the endless, relentless toy commercials (we are spared the last this year by lovely TiVo).

I don't usually mind the shopping, because yes - I am one of those people who shops all year long for gifts. I admit it. This year I am less organized than I have been in other years - I have bypassed many of the things I would otherwise have snapped up throughout the year and stashed in the closet in my office (repository and holding tank for gifts to be given). It stinks - I love giving gifts.

But, people always say they would simplify if they could. I can, I have to, and I will.

And it will still be Christmas: there will still be trees, claymation Rudolph, holiday carols, sneaky secrets, velvet holiday clothes, and twinkling lights.
Posted: Wednesday - December 01, 2004 at 08:36 AM         | |

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