It's been a long time since I have loved the Christmas season. If I had to guess, well over a decade. If you're a longtime reader, you may wonder how that could be possible. What about tree day? Those hallmark snowmen?
All true. There are always highlights - my annual ugly sweater party, the pre-Christmas Italian meat and cheese fest with my sister and BIL, hanging with my bestie and her fam…
But this year, despite being behind, I'm far ahead.
My friend and her son helped me get all my Christmas stuff from the attic, which I still have never been in. My elves not on shelves came for their annual tree decorating. They're not so little anymore, but our time has evolved into something even better. We get to chat and watch super awful Christmas movies. One of my elves is leaving for college next year, so I tried to enjoy the moment.
For the first time since I started my ugly sweater, I had time on my hands. So, I decorated the house before my elves got here. I set up everything, how I wanted it. Does it look like Christmas threw up in here? Yep. Do I love it? YEP!
Having my friends here, seeing all the work I put into my home the past year was awesome. Spending time together was even better.
Waking up each day since and working surrounded by decorations and lights, has been wonderful.
Even more lovely, is the overwhelming amount of invitations when I'm riding solo for Christmas, was heartwarming. Truthfully, I don't even mind being on my own. I have my Holly and enjoy my downtime.
Feeling so comfortable in my home, my skin, my job, in control of my life…I can honestly say, best Christmas and best year ever.
Of course, bad things still happen, shit goes sideways, but as one of my boys said recently, I feel bulletproof. Like Neo in the Matrix dodging bullets.
I'm going to savor this, because I've earned it.
