For the last several years, I haven’t even tried to stop myself from being that overly enthusiastic Christmas celebrator you probably try to ignore until December.
My husband was a little wary when I announced a few Sundays ago that seeing as Halloween had passed, the holiday season had officially begun.
“It’s November 1,” he pointed out.
“Exactly,” I replied.
I know that it’s controversial to listen to Christmas music, watch Christmas movies, and start to decorate almost two months before, well, Christmas, but given how much pleasure I derive from immersing myself in these activities, and given the number of joy-sucking forces circling above me like happiness-hating vultures, I’m OK with the fact that I’ve been in full-on merry mode for over two weeks now.
Though I love most aspects of the holiday season, it’s the increase in opportunities to create and craft that I appreciate most. Since starting my Christmas projects this year, I’ve knit a stocking for a family member, experimented with embroidering Christmas ornaments, put together a LEGO elf house, hooked several small Christmas rugs, and painted Christmas ornaments with my husband two nights in a row—we have the supplies set up, and he’s just as into it as I am.
Perhaps the next phase of my holiday crafting will involve making my own artisanal tinsel. There is, after all, still plenty of time to fill before Christmas arrives.
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