No matter how old I get, the excitement still wells up within me, threatening to break loose and explode all over the place in an excess of cheer. I love Christmas so much, you see, even when it doesn’t match my “perfect” vision of what Christmas should be.
This year on top of preparations for Christmas, I’ve also been mindful of Yule. The Solstice was yesterday, the Holly King has died and the Oak King is born, the wheel of the year is turning back to the sun’s light, away from winter dark.
You wouldn’t be able to tell from the weather though. It’s dark and murky outside, cold and pouring down rain. I walked carefully and slowly today to avoid slipping on steps and marbled floors. The last thing I need right now is a big bruise on my ass from falling in the rain.
Today will be a welter of activity, once I get home from work: cooking for tomorrow’s party, a run to the movie theater to see Return of the King, maybe a swing by Santa’s House at Broadway Place in Walnut Creek to take Vic to see Santa. There’s also potential drama if the post office isn’t open tomorrow – the big box from my mother arrived yesterday but we weren’t there to receive it so I have to pick it up at the post office. If the post office isn’t open tomorrow I’ll have to try to squeeze the pickup into this afternoon. That’s more than I’d bargained on handling today even though I’m taking a half-day away from the office.
I’m getting really really excited about our party. Sabs brought the goose home on Friday and I keep peeking at it in the fridge and make little high pitched noises of glee to myself. Despite my trepidation about the goose turning out well, I really can’t wait to try it. I’ve never had goose and I’m just itching to taste it and see what the traditional English Christmas centerpiece is all about. In fact, Sabs’ entire menu for the meal was inspired by the “traditional European Christmas” theme and I’ve got visions of sugarplums dancing in my head just thinking about it.
The tree is up, we decorated it last night, Vic even helped out a little. The stockings are hung by the chimney with care, the goose is very fat and sitting in our fridge, the chestnuts have been roasted over a not-so-open fire and many other tasty treats for our Yuletide feast lie in hope that our partygoers soon will be there to eat them. All the gifts are wrapped, a pile of bright parcels hidden away in the closet until tomorrow, and as soon as I lay hands on Mom’s package there will be more little wrapped things to lay under the tree.
I can’t help it, I’m just busting out with spirit this year, even without my family nearby.
I love Christmas, I love the holiday season.
I hope this one will treat all of you lovingly and bring warmth, joy, light and laughter into your lives.