Christmas is coming, which is weird, because it’s like 8 degrees outside and the kids went to school today in fall jackets and running shoes. Everyone keeps saying that it doesn’t feel like Christmas, as we’re very used to lots of white stuff on the ground by now, but at the same time, no one is complaining. I’m personally pretending I’m Christmasing in Florida and it’s like this every year. Let’s put lights on the palm trees and grab a mimosa, Doris!
I’m in good shape for the holidays, with cards sent and shopping done (after a last minute run to the mall last week because my middle daughter finally decided what she wants for Christmas – “A bow tie, so I can straighten it before I walk into a room.”). This is the time of December when I usually stop working and just focus on baking, wrapping, and watching Christmas movies. It’s the most wonderful time of the year.
This year though, there’s been a lot of crying. A LOT. Not that there’s anything wrong, don’t worry – I’m just getting so terribly, terribly sentimental about EVERYTHING that I’m almost constantly in tears. Being a weeper runs in my family, with my grandfather and uncle being legendary criers at every opportunity, and looks like I’ve inherited the gene. Here’s a very partial list of what I have cried over so far this season:
- The ending of It’s a Wonderful Life
- Every other minute of Love Actually
- Every 10 minutes during The Polar Express
- When Rudolph gets made fun of on Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer
- The toys on the Island of Misfit Toys
- When the new toys on the Toy Story Christmas special understand that being played with is the greatest love of all
- The ending of The Nutcracker that we took the girls to see on the weekend
- Photos of arriving refugees on Facebook
- Someone letting me have a parking spot after circling for 10 minutes
The kids keep asking why are you crying Mommy? It isn’t sad! and then I just sniff into my tissue and say But it’s just so BEAUTIFUL and I may as WELL move to Florida because apparently I am 80 years old.
I’ll be baking this morning with White Christmas on in the background so there will probably be tears when it finally starts snowing at the end. I’ll try not to get them in the shortbread.