Christmas is just a great time of year. I mean, it would be a million times cooler right now if there were now *hint hint, wink wink, Snow Gods* but it is always just great. I just love it because I get to just think about all the good things in life.
Also there is shopping.
But mostly the good things in life.
I was planning on writing a post on the first (go figure that I was planning...) but as you can tell, I haven't. You must give me credit though that I have NOT missed a day of my advent calendar. Best month early present ever.
Anyways, I was going to write about how I have all these great memories of Christmas and blah, blah blah, and it would go on every day until Christmas. Seriously, I was so psyched for this. I had the things I wanted to write down in my head, and it was all beautiful and snow covered, with french hens and lords-a-leapin' everywhere. Well, I just decided not to write them then. I mean, I wanted to but I didn't at the same time. So that is why you get this AWESOME story at the beginning of this post.
I feel that my ramblings are slightly entertaining, so you better have enjoyed yourselves.
Now moving on, I am not the only one who loves Christmas in my family. My mom (hell, all the of the Burts) are CRAZY about Christmas. Nancy is one of those crazies that turns on FM 100 on November 1St and blasts the tunes out loud. She listens to it nonstop. It is always going on. And she just doesn't stick with one style of tunes. It ranges from Kurt Bestor The Beloved Choice), Crooners, Jazz, Pop, Country, Horrible songs, MoTab, Classical, everything. It is just out of control.
I went home the other day to steal some holiday stuff. I was thinking "Oh hey, there won't be too many cd's to look through for Christmas." Oh I was so wrong. I came into the den with a huge pile to put on the computer...probably around fifteen *non of the horrible stuff, you see* and my dad just looked at me like my mom was rubbing off on me. Well, she is and I think that is great.
Really though, my mom has always gone above and beyond for Christmas. My mom has always had it beautifully decorated with pine scented candles and ornaments galore. It has always been a winter wonderland and it has always brought the good warm fuzzies of the season in my life. It is just a perfect time of life in general.
Pretty much I feel like I should just hold a sign that says, "I love Christmas and my Mom" all the time.
December is just a special month to me. I love that I have a reminder of how good life is. Don't get me wrong, I love to think about all the goods through the rest of the year, but things seem to scream--or whisper--these things a little more. I love that I get to think about all those that I love and appreciate in my life and how I can show them that. I love how I get to see my family more often and share good times with them. I love that Christ becomes a common topic in the daily life. I just love it.
Christmas time. It's here.