I was right on all accounts about my Thanksgiving Vacation. Not much sleep, lots of food and cooking, and it was wonderful. I really do love this time of year, when I don't have to worry any more about belittling Thanksgiving and can fully embrace the best time of year. Besides the cold, which is has been here lately, I love the season. It's the only part of winter I can actually say I like. I love the cheer, the happiness, the anticipation of a gift and the anticipation of giving a gift. I realized a couple of days ago when Irish opened a gift early that I enjoyed watching and giving better than recieving. I'm finally beginning to understand how ny mom feels. How she get so happy when she's watching her six kids rip through gifts early christmas morning. I finally understand her tears of Joy. I don't think I get to go home this Christmas. My family switches off where the married kids go every year and this year is the off year. I was hoping for at least New Year's in Atlanta but it looks like that's not going to happen either. I'm really sad. I know, it's time to be with Irish's family and embrace them, and I know it's not going to be the same. But his family just doesn't have very many traditions and mine has SOOO many. I'll miss those almost as much as I'll miss being with my family. But Irish is my family now and I have to keep telling myself to be happy. I'm happy. I'm excited. But on the inside I'm sad.
But I do love this holiday more than others. I love the caroling and the "Merry Christmas's" (Which I refuse to stop saying, I believe in it even if others don't) Our society gets offended WAY to easily. Just get over it. The holiday is about more than just the commercialism and Santa. It's about much more than that, and I think we all tend to forget as we get wrapped up in the shopping and the decorating. We couldn't afford decorations this year, but we'll have them for the next. All I need is a manger scene to remind me, to put me in the Christmas Spirit. Anyway, I love the cheer and the care that everyone has for others, suddenly "me" is not the most important, or at least I like to think that we seem to forget about ourselves at this time of year. I even like the temporary dissapointment of not finding what you wanted and the elation when you finally do. I love Christmas, and I'm sad it's passing all too quickley.
