Let me just start by saying, I am the self-proclaimed Christmas Queen. I love Christmas in the worst way, like as much love as you can have for a month of the year, that is how much love I have for the Christmas season. I start a secret relationship with Christmas music probably about two weeks before Thanksgiving, which turns into a slow but sure scattering of wintery objects around our house, which (this year) turned into a tree cut and decorated on Thanksgiving Eve. Patience is not my virtue.
I have the sweetest memories of Christmas from my growing up years. You see, if I am the Christmas Queen, my Dad is Santa. Like seriously, he has a gift wrapping room in the basement each year, and a storage room that, if displayed, could be our own Christmas Tree Hill. Dad used to take Carolyn and I to New York City each year, right between our birthdays and Christmas. We would admire department store windows, sip hot cocoa in Macy's cafe, eat at Olive Garden in Times Square (the epitome of living the dream at that point in time) and of course get pictures in front of the Rockefeller Tree. This was all while wearing matching plaid pleated pants (try saying that three times fast) and sweater sets that Dad picked for us himself. What a special time.
But seriously my growing up years really shaped the way I celebrate life, and for that I am so thankful. I learned to make everything fun, and go all out on each holiday from my dad's enthusiasm (which was not limited to Christmastime, but ended up involving leprechauns and Easter bunnies and Valentine's day treats).
I feel like each year though, the holiday season, specifically the Christmas season, becomes more and more commercialized. It inundates radio stations and TV channels with ads on the best gifts to give, and get. Stores are covered in glittery decor, "deals" are everywhere, and don't even get me started on the Target dollar section for all kinds of little unneccesaries.
This year I think I'm feeling it the most, and the best way to describe that feeling is this- Too much of a good thing CAN actually be TOO MUCH. I'm feeling it with my sugar intake, my hot drink cravings, my spending habits, and my decorating. There comes a point when things stop being special if you just keep "consuming" more and more. I'm realizing that if I try and stay in tune with everything the culture has to say about Christmas, I'll just be playing catch up throughout the month of December, and I hate to think of all the moments I'd miss.
This year I got super into decorating, and I totally had my shopping done by December 1st but kept going anyway. I packed our schedule full of festive things that ended up exhausting us, and so far I've probably drank hot chocolate 20 out of the 25 days before Christmas. But these past few days, when I've chosen to slow life down, I have looked forward to this weekof celebration the most. There's no rush, and it's not a race to have the most done, prettiest things, best gifts...unless I choose to make it that.
Too much of a good thing can be too much, but only if you let it consume you.