Don't Save it all for Christmas Day~

It really is the most wonderful time of the year.

I love every holiday be it Valentine’s Day, or Easter, or Independence Day, or Arbor Day. We're at the threshold of this holiday season and it's nothing short of magic to me. I love these few months because it’s just a huge wave of what I love best about life--something special to celebrate every few weeks. And it stretches out, letting you celebrate for days and nights and weeks with those you love. Yes, for some the holidays are depressing-- they’re just lucky to survive the whole mess. But for me…this is the heart of who I really am; it is my heart and sole.

Honestly I'm not really at the threshold of the holiday season--I knocked, and walked right into the foyer without so much as an invitation. Why wait? Why not celebrate thanks and goodwill toward mankind? I'm no dummy--I've checked a calendar and I know exactly where we are today. November 17th..."Not even Thanksgiving, yet!" Does that mean I cannot be happy...does that mean I can't celebrate?

To some I'm glossing over supposed important events. I'm a gal on a tight budget--when I find that special something, on sale! I'm going to go ahead and get it. I know, it's not even Thanksgiving, I should be waiting for it to go back to full price! (It really must be horrifying to see somebody celebrating friends and family by buying things for them) For the oh-so-observant one, yeah, I've wrapped it too...cause hey, if you noticed the gifts, woundn't you have wandered upon your own? I like to keep a surprise, and when did my actions become up for debate? You're lucky I'm not taking yours back!

I'm 22, on the verge of 23, and yes, that is still technically on the young side. However, if I had to put a number on it I feel more 36 in my heart of hearts. Whether I'm 23, or 36 or 94 I don't need your help on how or when to celebrate. I suppose this is why the holiday's get so depressing. I've got a grinch for a roommate, determined to spoil my holiday cheer. Well newsflash: I like Christmas music and I've yet to see the crime in listening to songs about the birth of Christ before Thanksgiving. I've never seen a timeline on a cd or a experation date on music.

Let's be real, I'm not getting a Christmas tree in August, and I like to give props to each holiday--no need for the holidays to start acting like rivaling siblings. But give me a break...let me do my thing. Keep your mouth shut and let me rejoice. This is a beautiful time of year--the most wonderful time of the year to be exact.

Nights spent in front of the fire watching the snow fall. Hot cider, popcorn, blankets and pjs watching movies all night. Wrapping presents and singing along with the stereo. Family togetherness--playing poker, cracking jokes, gingerbread house contests--creating memories to talk about when things get hard, when life gets to be too much.

I don't need a calendar to tell me when to celebrate. I don't need a roommate to tell me when to get excited. This is who I am. These moments bring back memories of waiting for santa, (shocked the night he showed up before we were asleep and I dashed into bed, knowing, believing in a little magic) family dinners, childhood joy.

Life is hard enough, let's just take some time to enjoy it. Let the season take you away...back to the magic of childhood, before deadlines and bills and that pesky 9-5.