Saturday morning I went into work all too early (6:45 to be exact). I have a sweet group of clients from out of town, and when one of these young women come my way, I do anything I can to accommodate her.
I walked in the door, stumbling around and flipping on lights. Towels are stocked, sinks are clean, and foils are torn; but before I ran to unlock the door, I flipped on the radio and heard (to my horror) the mellifluous voice of Josh Groban singing "Oh Holy Night." Taken aback immediately, I swept a bit, considering that perhaps it was only a taste of the holidays- a precursor if you will as it is only November 12. As Josh belted his final note, I waited with bated breath to see if my gut held an accurate feeling- but no. Mariah Carey. "Wha, oh-oh. Yeah-ee-yeah yeah. Ooh ooh... (drums build) Christmaah...s"
Immediately I felt old. I remembered the years when Christmas seemed so impossibly far away, when in April I would think, "If I had a choice right now, I wish time would move backwards so that Christmas gets here sooner." Now, all I felt Saturday morning was disdain and panic. What's today? When is Christmas? When is Thanksgiving? Have I ordered a turkey? Can I find more people to come over and eat it? What am I getting P for Christmas? NOOOOOOO!
So it is officially begun. I have sworn off any feelings of "bah-humbug," and my mind is full of all things red and green, spices and peppermint. I usually hand-make gifts for my girlfriends, but I could not be bothered to knit right now. My friends are getting jewelry!
And here is another example...
I have a pile of necklaces that I have made, and I may show you a few more later. I might even show you how to make one. Wouldn't that be fun?
So pop in "Elf," or "White Christmas," or whatever gets you in that Chrsitmas mood, and start making something of your own for the holidays.