Every year there is one certain day that hits me right before Christmas when I start to really feel it. I never know exactly when it will happen but it’s usually fairly close to the holiday itself.
Sure, the stores start to play their songs WAY too early and I, like most, just get annoyed with it. And yeah, I don’t like it when the mall and shops become jam packed with shoppers because I get claustrophobic with all the people. Also, I hate winter and the cold weather and snow just makes me grumpy. So it’s extra hard for me to get jazzed up about the holidays.
Today was the day the feels hit me.
I woke up fairly early (for me) and was puttering around in my kitchen at 8am. Normally I loiter through my mornings and feel grumpy for a while that I don’t have a job and then I job search and get more grumpy that there aren’t a lot of options for me down here, but today I decided that I was up and I was going to be productive. So I made a double batch of sugar cookies and cut them all into holiday shapes for the kids. (want to see pictures, follow me on twitter @nualathewriter) Then I made a whole bunch of pecan tarts. I had to run out in the afternoon to take my daughter to the orthodontist and we got home just as the buses were bringing home my other two teenagers.
In the kitchen for almost two hours we listened to Christmas music and decorated cookies. We laughed until our sides ached. We talked about how many days until my oldest, Liam, comes here for a visit. At one point we looked out the window and perfect, fat snowflakes were falling so softly it was like something out of a feel-good, lifetime channel movie.
The laughs and the happiness carried on well through dinner tonight and everyone is feeling warm and happy.
It might be cold outside, but baby it’s warm with holiday spirit in here.