(A trip to Nicollet Mall in downtown Minneapolis is one of my newfound Christmas traditions.)
Society wants me to bemoan the early onset of Christmas decor in the stores. To curse marketing departments everywhere for turning Christmas into a commercialized holiday. But, can I be honest? It makes my heart beat faster. My palms get a little sweaty. My pupils dilate. I cannot wait. Infact, I so cannot wait for trees, treats and traditions...that today, November 1st, I allowed myself to start listening to Christmas music. I've already sewn a new Christmas table runner and dug out the handmade stockings I crafted last year. Overanxious, are we?
But this year, nearly everyone I know and love has made pacts to skip the gifts. Rather than racking our brains in the aisles over something no one will remember by Valentines Day, my family and I are taking a trip to Chicago right after Christmas...finally seeing Wicked and enjoying the holiday. My co-workers and I agreed to donate to a local food bank rather than buy each other trinkets. My best friend and I have a long-standing no gift policy...but that's mainly because we're too lazy to mail each other gifts. :)
And...he'll be home for Christmas, all the way from Iraq. My love and I are meeting up in San Francisco, just hours before New Years Eve, which we're spending with our very best friends in Ghiradelli Square. Not quite home in time for Christmas, but you best bet that I'll be kissing in the New Year!
I cannot wait to see that boy. He makes everything in life right. :)