Christmas is holiday heaven

?It?s a troublesome world. All the people who?re in it are troubled with troubles almost every minute. You ought to be thankful, a whole heaping lot, for the places and people you?re lucky you?re not.? ?DR. SEUSS

Someone once said, ?Life?s too short to worry about wearing matching socks.? My 9-year-old knows this. I?ve decided it?s also too short to wait another day as a matter of principle to hang their distant cousins by the chimney with care.

This year I?ve been fighting the urge to decorate for Christmas earlier than our traditional day-after-Thanks?giving norm. Maybe it?s my beloved guilty pleasure Hallmark holiday movies with their horse-carriage-rides-in-freshly-fallen-snow-holiday-romance-by-the-fire themes or maybe it was just the early cold snap.

I haven?t drug out the tree yet, but I may have tossed a pumpkin to make room for garland and a snowman. And there might be a couple of lights twinkling in my peripheral vision near this very keyboard that shares a spot on my table with a mug of peppermint something.

Oh, and banana bread? Yes, that?s what I smell. Banana bread currents wafting out of the oven as Lennon?s ?Happy Christ?mas? streams from my phone.

What can I say? I?m sorry (no I?m not) for my weakness.

I think we all have something that makes us feel a little less beaten down/tired/stuck as we might have felt yesterday. You know what I mean?that thing that brings a sensation to your gut that puts your mind and heart exactly where you physically are in a moment of time. It feels the way a molten lava cake looks, warm and gooey and good.

Even in the middle of an otherwise chaotic day or week or, sometimes, year, your something brings on an exhale you didn?t even know you?ve been waiting for. And you find yourself present, relishing in whatever that thing is.

For me, it?s the entire pre/current/post Christmas season. I?m sorry Thanks?giving. I mean no disrespect and your buffet is killer, but it?s just that…Christmas! A tough one to compete with.

Devon Corneal, a writer for the Washington Post, wrote a story of her typical neighborhood this time of year: rows of houses with haggard cobwebs and rotting jack-o-lanterns waiting to be discarded after Halloween.

?Except for our neighbor one block over,? she said. ?In defiance of the calendar, this home is decked out for Christ?mas already. White icicle lights. Pine bough swags with red bows. Not one, but two evergreen wreaths. A runway of lights lining the front walk. Driving past this brazen violation of the order of things, I did what any mature, responsible adult would do.?Christmas!? I shouted at the top of my lungs, taking my hands off the steering wheel and clapping like someone who has snorted too many candy canes.?

Corneal got it right when she said their exuberance is extraordinary. And fleeting. And, she thoughtfully added, if someone doesn?t like some Christmas in November, they can close their eyes.

I am enormously thankful for the chance to give thanks. I know what I?ve got. My weakness for garland and lights has in no way minimized that gratitude.

Why not accept the candy cane?s power? Humor the sightings of a couple Christmas decorations before Thanksgiving. And maybe wear the occasional mismatched socks.

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