I LOVE Christmas. People are finally nicer to each other for no good reason as they always should be. There are random songs, signs and promotions about love, joy, peace, and happiness. There is an overabundance of food and friendly gathering and spicy, strong drinks. There are sparkly, pretty glittering decorations on bumpers and counters and offices and heads. If it were a summertime holiday it might actually be the manifestation of Tina-land on Earth.
Every year, I buy friends, family, coworkers and myself (yes, myself) gifts. I pop up my tree and decorations and do ridiculously wonderful seasonal things like lighting the fire when it’s still 75 degrees in LA, and playing “Let it Snow.”
Every year, my family and friends lovingly make fun of me for talking about Christmas (as I am right now) before Halloween.
Every year, as summer ends it’s like I step on a banana-peel of busy time and land on a greased slide that dumps me into January of the following year. I came up happy and sputtering for air, trying to make sense of it all.
This year, I’m staring down the banana peel. Yes, it has eyes.
Angry little beady ninja-banana-navy-seal-Christmas-Fairy eyes twinkling with holiday glee.
I can see it, and the trail of apple-cinnamon-winter-scented oil leading down that slide. And I am determined not to go for the okie-doke again. With at least two trips, hair and freckle counting, four family gatherings, two classes, kitten obsession, more than 15 social events, gift-wrapping, near-certain work intensity, church, excessive holiday caroling, blogging, and breathing (approximately 130,000 breaths as a matter o’ fact)… (Phew!)
It’s important to slow down long enough to savor, really enjoy each moment and I’m getting an inkling that may happen increasingly less.
As a result of my exceptionally shallow and unscientific analysis, I have arrived at the solution. If I just start Christmas NOW, I’ll stop racing toward it at top speed. Yes? YAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
Maybe not. (Pouting.)
Instead a hefty dose of planning and careful commitment consideration will take hold. I will plan for unplanned time. And for free time garsh-darnit. Tina-dates will abound. And silliness.
(Singing) Hang all the mistletoe, I’m gonna get to know you better… This Christmas.