I've always been coo-coo for Christmas. Of course I loved it as a kid, then when I went to college I was the lunatic playing Bing Crosby in October and stringing popcorn and cranberries to decorate the dorm. When I got my first apartment I was so excited to get a real large tree and picked the biggest one, even though it overwhelmed the tiny space. I always wanted my tree up before Thanksgiving and one year I even got a second tree when the first one dried out too early. So the Christmas spirit was never lost on me... until recently.
The last few years my enthusiasm for the holidays has really started to wane, and this year I am just not feeling it. There are a lot of reasons, but I think the biggest one is that Christmas used to represent a break from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, and also an excuse to get busy making jams and knitting hats and baking cookies.
These days I actually really love the rhythm of my everyday life, and most of my interests and passions are already incorporated into the way that I live. The holidays just seem like a giant disruption, spending money, traveling, even the tree taking up space in my living room... I just want to crawl under the covers and thaw out in January when life is back as it was.
But now that we are fully into December, I am doing my best to shake the Scrooge mentality. Obviously I don't want to spoil the celebration for my guys, so I'm just going to suck it up and try to channel the Christmas enthusiasm of days past.
We aren't getting our tree until next week-end, but we decided to get into the spirit just a little by browsing and picking up some greenery for the mantle. I do always love seeing all those trees lined up, and Little Smith was impressed too although he was very sleepy and did a face plant into the gravel about 10 seconds into our shopping trip (which is why he looks like the one saying humbug in most of these pictures!).
Once we loaded up on the glorious smell of pines and sampled the most killer squash cornbread pudding ever (seriously so good I made James take off his hat and go back to score me seconds), we were all feeling a little more festive.
Of course the best part was that the market is right by our garden, so we stopped on our way home for a short walk and a little snack of kale.
Have you ever seen anyone so pleased with himself over kale? James loves to eat it raw (ick!) and is ridiculously obsessed. Maybe Santa will fill his stocking with kale this year... if he's very good.
So it's been a slow warm, but I am finally gearing up for eggnog and stockings. It is a magical time of year, and I can't wait to see what Little Smith thinks of the lights and tree. If there's any humbug left in me, his reaction will surely be the cure.