I didn't intentionally plan to start celebrating early, it just happened. The mood found its way into my icy heart out of nowhere and ambushed me. Yesterday while running errands, I saw an SUV with a Christmas tree tied to the rack on top and I didn't even have a snarky, cynical reaction. Not one. I honestly thought, "Oh wow, a Christmas tree! This guy is lucky!" My usual thought in November would have been, "Give me a break you addlepated dimwit, it isn't even Thanksgiving yet!"
Though we are three days away from Thanksgiving, I'm already in the Christmas mood and frankly, I'm pleasantly surprised by this. Why? Because every year I feel compelled to squelch my Christmas spirit or I will likely become exasperated by the holiday before it arrives. I make myself wait until mid-December to feel all shiny and happy inside, and without fail, I find I didn't sufficiently bask in the Christmas warmth when Christmas has come and gone and I'm left with a melancholia that I can't seem to shake until May. Summer races in and I haven't even warmed up to the idea of stockings, fire places, hot chocolate and cheesy Christmas movies on the Lifetime Movie Network.
Perhaps the mood started last weekend. Poseidon and I were at the record store and I purchased the She & Him Christmas CD, A Very She & Him Christmas. It isn't like the album is even spectacular, but I was excited because it was all about Christmas. Tonight I'm going to bust out my Christmas Cocktails CD.
I'm not going to question this any further, or analyze my giddiness under a merry microscope (pun intended). I'm just going to enjoy and I intend to ride this express holiday train all the way to the station with no stops along the way.
Note: Image is from stuffjillloves, from illustrator Shag
--Fortuitous Observer
