Okay, time for a confession.
I love the Mariah Carey Christmas Album.
I know, I know. I can see you right now, face dismayed, pushing yourself away from your computer screen and these words, disgusted beyond all belief. But it’s true. I bought it years ago and every year around this time I dig it out, put it on, and listen to “All I Want For Christmas Is You” and instantly, I’m in the holiday spirit. At least temporarily.
Today I burned a CD of Christmas songs, put a cute cover on it, and felt productive. The last week has been dire, to say the least. As I look out the window at the many pine trees now littering my front yard, though, I am grateful. This time last week, I was in tears. Really. So things have greatly improved.
Anyway, yesterday I braved the mall and in crazy whirlwind bought a majority of my Christmas gifts. I was, as they say on Sportscenter, en fuego. (I’m probably spelling that wrong, but you get the idea.) I have no idea how much I spent, but my credit card was warm but the time it was all over. Can’t say WHAT I bought, exactly, since some of my recipients read this journal, but I got some good stuff. That put me in the spirit, too.
Then last night, I watched the Charlie Brown special, and it was pretty much a done deal. I am wanting to enjoy the holiday this year. Last year at this time, my dog was dying and it was *horrible* beyond words. This year, we have a lot of stuff to be happy about. And that, too, is a great improvement.
(And if you haven’t heard Mariah’s “All I Want For Christmas Is You,” you should listen to it. Just once. I swear, it’s like a Christmas drug or something.)
have a good day, everyone…..