December 2nd
I’ve always been gung-ho about Christmas. Way before Thanksgiving I’m warming up the staple gun, ready for the outside lights to be pulled from the garage and installed above the inflatable snowman on the front porch. Stopping myself from bugging everyone around me about when their trees are going to be installed in their living rooms.
This year I’m struggling. For the first time in a long time, I just don’t feel it. I guess it may have started around the time when I was mocked for wanting to go to our town’s annual Christmas Parade. My suggestion was met with ridicule. It opened my eyes to the folly of the season. Putting up outdoor lights really is a lot of work. An afternoon spent in the cold. Trees, wreaths, and scented candles just appear to be clutter.
I’m quite hoping that I’ll move past this never-before seen stage in my universe. I’m sure I will. Once again understand that standing in the cold is worth seeing Christmas lights. I just might go wander around the Christmas tree lot like Charlie Brown.
I’ve always been gung-ho about Christmas. Way before Thanksgiving I’m warming up the staple gun, ready for the outside lights to be pulled from the garage and installed above the inflatable snowman on the front porch. Stopping myself from bugging everyone around me about when their trees are going to be installed in their living rooms.
This year I’m struggling. For the first time in a long time, I just don’t feel it. I guess it may have started around the time when I was mocked for wanting to go to our town’s annual Christmas Parade. My suggestion was met with ridicule. It opened my eyes to the folly of the season. Putting up outdoor lights really is a lot of work. An afternoon spent in the cold. Trees, wreaths, and scented candles just appear to be clutter.
I’m quite hoping that I’ll move past this never-before seen stage in my universe. I’m sure I will. Once again understand that standing in the cold is worth seeing Christmas lights. I just might go wander around the Christmas tree lot like Charlie Brown.
Do I need to go all Cher-in-Moonstruck on your ass? Snap out of it!!
ReplyDeleteSorry, but that's what friends are for.
Your post is almost treasonous. If people mock for wanting to go to the Christmas Parade, ignore the buggers and go anyway. There is no folly to the season. It's about lights, and love, and making the world seem that little bit cheerier for a few weeks whilst we can. It's just that the gays do it better... ;o)
ReplyDeleteLove ya Stevie B.
While I'm not a holiday-type person, I know some people need it. If you're one of those people, I suggest you tell the nay-sayers who are bringing you down to go frak themselves, and do it your way.
ReplyDeleteremember when you took part in '5 on the fifth' a while back... well the last 5 on the fifth goes live on Monday 5th December and it would be great if you could take part.
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