36 days until Christmas. That's crazy. It's way too close already. In past years, I have lamented "missing Christmas" - while I can't figure out where the month has gone, that stops now.
So, bring on the merry, bring on the lights, bring on the snow (or at least some great renditions of "Let it Snow")...
Bring on the baby Jesus, bring on the holiday decorations in the stores, bring on the "Merry Christmas", bring on the "Happy Holidays" Bring on Miracle on 34th Street, bring on Elf, bring on Family Man. Bring on careful dieting, bring on eating stuff you shouldn't and feeling good when you don't eat stuff you really want to. Bring on carols, bring on music, bring on the annual debate with yourself about whether it's ok to listen to "Baby It's Cold Outside." Bring on Holiday Inn, bring on It's a Wonderful Life.
I didn't feel good earlier. I didn't finish my yogurt and then during church I had to get up and get some fresh air. But I didn't have a really good reason for it. But now it's gone and I'm happy and sad and excited for Christmas. Lori's got the wreaths up in the house, we had a Thanksgiving lunch at Lori's mom's church (and I did not have any gravy, pumpkin pie, Thanksgiving cake or cheesy scalloped potatoes, I did really well if I may say so myself). And I'm ready. Bring on Christmas.
And one more before we go...
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