Ahhhh it is in the air now.
That almost irritating whisper. I have been ignoring it. Sort of.
It is calling me everyday.
I find other projects to tend to or create.
I can't ignore it anymore.
Rafiki does this every year.
He talks to me and tells me,
That almost irritating whisper. I have been ignoring it. Sort of.
It is calling me everyday.
I find other projects to tend to or create.
I can't ignore it anymore.
Rafiki does this every year.
He talks to me and tells me,
"IT IS TIME"
The trees are coming out this weekend.
I will find the lights I want for the outside of the house come hell or high water.
The baking will commence. (Ok, who am I kidding with that one?)
I will buy Trish's goodies and pass them off as mine at parties. (Again, no one will buy that either, so I will give her all the credit she so deserves.)
I will become one with the Spirit of Shopping.
I will start my tradition of wrapping presents behind locked doors watching movies until the wee hours of the night.
I will hide more presents than I will find when Christmas Eve arrives.
I can smell the candles and scents of Christmas already!
I will take the time to make cookies with the kids.
I will be in my happiest of places!
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1 Lightbulb moments:
I take it "Bah Humbug" is not something we say here.
I will try to get excited enough about the holidays to NOT tell the truth about the fat guy.
I will try to go to all the family parties we are invited to, and not send Dan alone with the kids.
I will try to put decorations on the tree.
I will not complain when Dan spends all day putting up lights that we only turn on once, before the circuit blows and we dont turn them on again all season.
I will tolerate the ginger-bread-house night. It is extremely painful for me.
I will sit through all the concerts.
I DO love the fact that Dan has every holiday off this season, and I won't dwell on the holidays past, or the ones that are surely to come when he will not be here.
I will try to forget about the incident involving the mean cop who reduced me to tears and depression one year on Christmas Eve.
Maybe this is the year....
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