In a spare second yesterday I started working on my annual Christmas mix and it almost made the impending holiday seem real again. I don’t know why, but for the last 3 or 4 years Christmas has crept up and bit me in the ass. Huh? What? Already? And that’s completely unlike me. I’m typically Aunti Mame-esque when in comes to Christmas – gloriously over-romantic and over-the-top. So, what’s been going on?
I’m sure being poor hasn’t helped…and let’s face it – there’s nothing like the pressure of buying or making 800 presents for loved ones in three weeks. So yeah, I also usually wait until the last minute which, duh – is like the stupidest thing an OCD person can do. But, oh how I love it. I love the lights and the cold and the rosy cheeks of all my friends.
Of course, I miss my family. I know it’s the nature of living 3000 miles away and I’ve gotten used to being away from them over the years, but it doesn’t take the sting out of not being with them.
This year, I’m determined to be different. I’m making a commitment to myself to really celebrate this year. I want to put up lights and decorate a tree, like a proper pagan.