I saw this cartoon recently:
I get it. I do. It seems the Christmas merchandise come out earlier and earlier every year. This year I saw holiday stuff in the stores in September. It does seem a little early.
But then, I love Christmas. I love Christmas –
What’s not to love?
Twinkly lights – Love.
Glitter crusted ornaments – Love.
Parties, Parties, and more Parties – Love.
Sentimental music that makes me swoon – Love.
Gift giving as the official language of adoration – Love.
Magic and spirituality mixed into one potent cocktail sure to make you dizzy with gushy romantic happiness – Seriously, LOVE.
And that, my friends, is a lot of love.
And I’ll further admit that I don’t so much adore Thanksgiving. Let me clarify, I do love the concept – a day set aside for reflection and gratitude and recognizing the hand of God in our lives. Awesome.
It’s the ritual celebration that gets me though: working for hours, and hours, and HOURS – cleaning & cooking, only to eat yourself into a lazy stupor that causes you to crash for no less than two and a half days, only to wake up with a nightmare reality of a giant mess to clean up . . .
Plus, turkey’s just not my thing.
So, it may be the bottom of November, but this is what I’ve been thinking about lately: