12.23.2005

Even stoplights blink a bright red and green

Well it is getting to that almost depressing time of year for me. It's the "oh no, Christmas is here and then it'll be over and I'll be so sad" time. I've always been silly that way. When I was at Union, I would be sad on the way home in anticipation of having to return to school. And every year, Christmas for me starts at the end of October. Not as far as decorations and such, but I have been caught by Justin listening to Christmas music shortly after my birthday. (October 22) And so, every year I hype myself up until at last Christmas is here, and I am borderline sad because of the let down afterwards. Becuase what is to fill my life after Christmas? What is happy? New Year's? Rarely. Usually new years means broken resolutions and lame parties with old church people. For me, anyway. And then you have the whole long, dead of winter until finally March comes with spring break. But that's eons away. So I suppose I should try to live in the moment and enjoy the family and presents and food and fun of the weekend. Ok fine. I'll put off the Christmas let down until it's actually after Christmas and try to enjoy the Christmas weekend.
Yes, I think I shall. Try.

So......although it's been said, many times many ways, Merry Christmas to you.

3 comments:

Carissa said...

My Christmas letdown is leaving home for the holiday and then coming back to see your Christmas tree and all your decorations still up around the house. It all somehow mocks me. "Christmas is over," they say. "And we look absolutely ridiculous."

Mama Kleven said...

Carissa,
This is why I like to leave the ornaments up until the end of January. It's more gradual that way. But this year I have no room to store my decorations, so they'll go home asap.

Mama Kleven said...

Kristen,
Yes, that speedy shopping service will be nice I guess. And Valentine's Day better be nice. No, it will. How come we'll get to see you? I'm excited. Do you come home then? Details please. You should start a blog. You'd be hillarious--I'd read it every day.