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.
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How sweet that you are tearful this time of year. I myself have choked up a few times, mostly when radio stations fulfill a “Christmas Wish” for a needy family. I’m usually a Grinch until school is out, so this is nice.
Here in north central Texas it’s been in the high seventies, so it amuses me that 8 degrees (even though I just realized that’s in Celsius) is warm for y’all. I like it in the mid-40s (8s!) for Christmas–chilly enough for sweater and jacket and a fire, not too cold when you’re outside. It’s TOO DANG HOT here (although it’s cooler this morning.) I will have a fire on Christmas mornin even if we roast like chestnuts.
I’ve been watching so much tv lately, it’s almost pathological. 🙂 All those feel-good, somewhat cheesy Xmas movies…oh sigh. 🙂
Awwww. It’s cold here, although it’s warm for December, if that makes sense. By that I mean we don’t have a ton of snow and it hasn’t been minus thirty, or even minus twenty-five. It’s the little things. I got teary watching The Muppets, about being alone at Christmas. Are you watching the new Muppets? I love it, and so does my whole family, which really says something!
I hear you my weepy sister. I spent most of Saturday with my weepy face on.
I ain’t complaining about the weather! Although it was awfully dark today. I was ready to go to bed around 3:30 p.m.!
I’m mailing my Christmas cards tomorrow… I never know the “etiquette” about them, i.e. when you start mailing holiday cards. I always feel I’m too early!
I hear yah sister. I nearly lost it at the jellybean’s Cubs meeting last night when we sang Oh Canada.
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