Or eating Candy Cane Kisses. But that’s a different story.
Seriously. Is this a diagnosable addiction? We set up our Christmas decorations last week and my GOSH you’d think that after a full day of decking the halls and fixing tree lights and even dusting places my dust broom has hardly ever gone before (i.e. above my kitchen cupboards) that I’d be worn out. Tired. Exhausted of all this yule tide cheer. But NOT SO!
Tis the season for me to continually wander up and down the home décor aisles of Target shopping for more ornaments. More candles. More adorable Christmas mugs that we most certainly do not need but my goodness isn’t that Santa face just SO FESTIVE?!
December! Ohhh December.
Of course, as worrisome as my “condition” might be (mostly for our wallets), I love how our tiny apartment transforms during the December season. There’s nothing quite like falling asleep on the couch near the twinkle of the tree. I decided earlier this morning that if I was meeting Shakespeare downtown for lunch this afternoon (all aboard my strange train of thought), I’d tell him to screw his summer days! Let’s start comparing our Thees and Thous to cozy December evenings…snow sticking to the window panes, peppermint hot chocolates topped with whipped cream, and my girl Amy Grant crooning to Christmas carols in the background like it’s 1983.
[Or if you’re into her second Christmas album, then 1992.]
December! Ohhhh December. You keep doing YOU.
Also. If you need me, I’ll be carefully avoiding Target for the next few weeks. I mean, at least until all their Christmas chocolates go on sale…
Have a great third day of December!