Up until now, I have not been looking forward to Christmas. For one, we are pretty poor right now, with medical bills we’ve been paying on, the loss of the van and everything else that’s come our way. Not that Christmas is about the “stuff,” mind you, but for me, the shopping and the giving is a lot of the fun.
Also, the top of our faux pre-lit tree burnt out last year, and though I tried for hours, I could not find the culprit bulb. The manufacturer did not offer a replacement top, so I gave it away to a woman who own a little boutique and would use it to decorate her store. That means we have no tree this year. Real isn’t really an option — I am allergic, the bunny will eat it and we’ll probably forget to water it and it would be dead before Christmas. Therefore, I need to buy a new Christmas tree. I think I am going to hit Home Depot’s Black Friday sale — they have a nice, 7-foot, pre-lit tree for $50!
Because of the above reasons, as well as just being sick, tired, behind in my work and generally too busy for much else, I haven’t had the time to think about Christmas, let alone get into the spirit. But tonight, I had to work on a client project that was a Christmas card. As I browsed holiday images, I found various Christmas songs getting stuck in my head. And then I started thinking about how pretty the tree looks all lit up at night, and how excited Calista always is on Christmas morning.
Stuff or no stuff, it will still be great as always and the more I tihnk about it, the less dreadful it all seems and the more exciting it becomes. I need to dig out my Alan Jackson Christmas CD…