I'm notorious for starting to get excited for Christmas too early. This year it hit right after my first Halloween party (oct. 25th) but Ed (Grinch) felt the need to squash that. Why? You know? I mean whats the harm?? You do you have to be a kill joy? Whatever. So because he stunted my natural growth into the holidays I lost my holiday spirit. When time came to get it back it just wasn't there. When I was watching the Macy's parade I was finally able to get it back but then came a disappointing Thanksgiving Day followed by the virus. Knocked any hope of spirit right outta me.
But tonight I stumbled upon the lighting of the Tree at Rockefeller Center and got so filled with Christmas joy that I found myself acting like a 3 yr old with a new toy. I was soooo excited!!! Pure childlike joy. It was beautiful....if unappreciated by
others. There I was working on my advent calendar (i'm making it from foam board) and enjoying christmas music and really wanting someone to share the joy with me. Ed came home, he was most uninterested as usual. Its such a bummer. Makes me feel kind of lonely. I remember how my mom would get excited about this stuff because she's a kid at heart too. I wish I had a son or daughter to enjoy this stuff with since my husband clearly is no fun. I wished that Erika and I could hang out together because I just know she would enjoy watching Christmas specials on tv while we work on crafty projects together. Don't you wish we were neighbors prima?
I wished so much he would stay and watch stuff with me or sit and help me with my project or just keep me company. But he went to bed. sigh....:( It gets lonely sometimes. Really lonely. When you're the only one who gets excited about stuff.
Right now I'm watching A Christmas story for the 2nd time today and I'm so happy to be watching something Christmasy while I work on my calendar.


I'm clinging to these feelings of joy. I would feel really hurt and deeply regretful if this Christmas season was ruined or if I didn't enjoy every second of it.