i thank my mom for never dressing me up in holiday clothing: sweaters emblazoned with christmas trees, earrings the shape of lightbulbs, socks that spread a message of christmas cheer. i’ve got spirit, yes i do, but i do not need to wear it on my sleeve, or head, or feet.
tonight, i am cutting paper snowflakes and writing christmas cards. tomorrow night, we’re getting our tree. after that, it’s a big mess of christmas lights and paper and ribbon, strewn about my house in one big festive mess until the tiny packages are sitting patiently in a row beneath the lowest branches. i love that.