I’m still not quite into holiday mode.
I mean, sure, I’m thinking about the holidays; planning menus (at least, in a preliminary sense), thinking about what gifts to get for which loved ones, making sure I know where the holiday movies and music are, but I haven’t kicked into full-blown holiday posture just yet.
I know people who see the day after Thanksgiving as the gateway to Christmas-land. The tree goes up on the third Friday of November; the Christmas carols CD gets popped into the car stereo (my sister does that one), and all the holiday sweatshirts with the santas and stockings and festive snowmen are worn with abandon (my grandmother and mother-in-law do THAT one).
Me? I’m not a “rush headlong into the holidays” kind of gal. I’m not a scrooge, by any sense of the word, but I’m not all that eager to rush to – or through – the holidays. I sort of approach it the way I do good, expensive chocolate. Take a tiny nibble off the corner and savor it.
I went into the basement the other day and brought up the poinsettia spray that I hung on the front door, replacing the autumn leaf wreath that’s been there since school started. That’s enough, for now. The Chili family will go a tree-huntin’ sometime around the second weekend in December, and that’s when it will really start to feel like Christmas to me. We get an ENORMOUS tree every year (we can, thanks to the high ceilings in the great room). It’s right around that time that I’ll agree to play the movies and the music that go along with the holiday, and I stop rolling my eyes at everyone ELSE’S decorations that have been up for almost a month already.
Everyone has their own way of approaching this time of year, and I certainly don’t begrudge someone else’s enthusiasm for the holidays, I just prefer to take mine slowly, and to enjoy it a lot for a short time, rather than a little for a long time…