Finally, being a red-and-black-buffalo-plaid-loving, old-red-truck-hauling-a-pine-tree-obsessed, Frank Sinatra-Christmas-album-blasting- crazy person is socially acceptable! Hello, December! I thought you’d never come.
says the girl who tied fleece “scarves” around 15 individual grapevine wreathes adorning each of my fence posts “out back” (in the backyard) over a month ago.
These are the facts about me and Christmas: 1) I love the cheesy movies, music, decor and colors–especially gold, silver, and red; 2) I get things done early — the decorating, the family card designed and distributed, the Tidal and Pandora playlists created and on repeat; 3) I daydream of giving and receiving only gift cards, because shopping for others (with the exception of the sponsor-a-child programs) stresses me out bigly and I would much rather just sit at home and stare at my glittering tree; 4) I always feel a sadness around this time, which I know is normal, when you can’t be with all of the ones you love; 5) but, I love delicious, rich and buttery food (’tis the season for that!) so the good eats help matters.
I found myself diving head-first into the Christmas season my freshman year in college, the first Christmas without my dad who died from a massive heart attack the spring before. It was his favorite holiday, so naturally, it became mine. I discovered that embracing the spirit of the season (I’m so cliche) had a therapeutic effect, so I ran with it at age 18.
I’m still running, 16 years later! And with a little kiddo, and living near the Adirondacks, and getting to stand beside the NYC Christmas Tree at Rockefeller Plaza each year, I’m even more engrossed in all that is tinsel-covered, pine-smelling and jingly-sounding. Plus, my mom has always had her special way of decorating for the season in such a beautiful, classy and original way, which is something I’ve apparently inherited. The galvanized pail filled with wood that sets on my stoop, welcoming guests every day, is proof (thanks, mom.) Her Appalachian flair–the ability to create an authentic, cozy and country vibe sans corny accents (i.e. misplaced, oversized barn stars)– has stayed with me.
And with all that typed, it’s now time for a Peppermint Mocha, so, bye!