starting on the holidays early, and I don’t even care
November 19, 2014
Last week, my part of the world was blanketed with snow and freezing temperatures, dropping us into instant winter after a very balmy autumn. In something like a Pavlovian reaction, I immediately started playing Christmas music. I felt guilty about it. It’s early. I tried not to. But I got restless, cranky, until I switched back over to my Vince Guaraldi Pandora station. I’ve already listened to the Nutcracker Suite and am considering going to see the ballet this year. I got hold of Sting’s If on a Winter’s Night album (it’s marvelous!), and I think I’m finally going to track down Loreena McKennett’s A Winter Garden this year.
I know I ought to wait until Thanksgiving to get the holidays going. But you know what? I don’t care. It seems like for the last few years — a lot of years — I’ve been super busy, with deadlines on December 1, trips in November, a lot going on, a lot of hassles, and I’m not able to start on the holidays until after Thanksgiving. This year? My schedule’s pretty much open. I don’t have deadlines. I have the book coming out that I have to gear up for, but I’m not traveling for it until January. Plus, Thanksgiving is late. So I might as well start now. I decided to make a bunch of presents this year, so I’m knitting up a storm. I have some shopping to do. I’m waiting on decorations. . .or maybe I’ll just put them up this weekend. Choosing when to ramp up for the holidays, rather than starting like a race car the day after Thanksgiving? This is nice.
Here, have some Sting, and be well.