Are you ready for it, girls? Or are you just bracing yourself to get ready? Either way, Christmas is coming and the goose is getting fat (remember that song? Love it.) We have twelve days to Christmas and dangit if I’m not a little excited. After spending our last Christmas moving, everything about this Christmas feels like a luxury; we have dishes in the cupboards, clothes in the closets, and couches to sit on. In fact, finally feeling settled in our home has made me very merry this year, and I’ve already done most of my shopping, made a ton of cookies, and listened to about eighty hours of Christmas music in my kitchen (Christmas Cello by Steven Sharp Nelson is my new fave. So pretty.) I’ve also already gained a solid three-to-five pounds, which I always try to get done early along with the shopping. (One more thing I can check off my list.)
For the first time maybe ever, I don’t feel stressed this year. Either I’m getting better at putting on Christmas or I just don’t care anymore if it’s not perfect (like it ever was. ha.) This is the best part about getting older: you care about everything a little bit less and enjoy everything a little bit more. It’s so nice.
So in that spirit of non-stress I’ve decided to honor the Twelve Days of Christmas by posting a fun little anecdote about Christmas each day. It requires no glue, glitter, or cutting, so I think I can do it. (The second best thing about getting older is that you accept your limitations. I do not do crafts. Never have. Never will. Sorry, oh Crafts.) But here’s a little something that put a smile on my face: