I can’t help it: no matter how crazed with end-of-the-year things-left-to-do I may be, how bitingly cold the weather has been (hey, I’m a California girl – I don’t do cold weather), or how desperately I’m trying to avoid the clarion call of consumerism (and the endless “SALE!” ads in the mail), I love, love, love Christmas and the holidays.
I’m helpless before storefronts bedecked in glittery ornaments, little black dresses and flutes of champagne at sleek soirees and cozy gatherings, little children bundled up in scarves and puffy coats, and kitchens smelling like gingerbread and mulling spices. Have I mentioned my boyfriend’s new favorite drink is mulled cider of his own recipe?
I also love sending out holiday cards, and finally finished mailing them out today – I know, I’m one of those late ones. But judging by the lines at the post office, I’m in good company, at least. Not everyone’s a fan of writing cards, I know, but I spend so much of my time tip-tapping on the computer these days, it’s nice to actually put pen to paper and recall what it’s like to form your thoughts by hand.