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It's Halloween. So I ordered my Christmas cards this week. Makes perfect sense, right?
Well, to me it does. I know a lot of people out there get really upset when they start to see the holiday "creep" that happens every year. It seems that as soon as July 4th is over, the malls are filled with Halloween ghosts and goblins. And just when it really starts to feel like Fall outside, those decorations are cleared from the shelves to make way for Christmas trees and fake snowmen.
Here's why I'm not one of those people.
I like to shop for the holidays all year long. I try to pick up Christmas gifts here and there as I see them, no matter what time of year it is. I stash them away in a closet in my bedroom and then when December comes, I enjoy rediscovering them and realizing I'm actually farther ahead on the gift buying than I thought I was. It's like a little present for myself - peace of mind knowing that this busy stressful time is a little less busy and stressful because I planned ahead. At least a little.
And speaking of December, have you ever really thought about how long it is? One little ol' month. Thirty-one days. That's it. Out of the entire year, it's just 31 days stuffed to the top-of-the-fireplace with shopping, decorating, cooking, parties, more shopping and more cooking, entertaining, wrapping, etc., etc., etc. And it seems like we spend the entire month, maybe except for a day or two, feverishly working to get it all done. And as soon as we do, it's over. Done. The presents are put away. The tree comes down. The decorations are stashed away in the attic for an 11-month hibernation. It's kind of sad really. Isn't it?
I enjoy my house when it's decorated for the holidays. I enjoy spending time there and sitting by the glowing Christmas tree while a simmering pot on the stove fills my little brick house with the smell of cinnamon and cloves. And I love buying fresh greens to swag above my kitchen cabinets, down my staircase or outside on my porch railing and how it looks covered in the season's first snow. I love making gingerbread houses with my kids and, after getting frustrated with the sticky, sweet icing, pulling out my hot glue gun to finish the job. I enjoy it all. And I'm sad it only lasts one month. One very short, quick, exhausting month.
So that's why it makes sense that I ordered my Christmas cards this week.