The Goose Is Getting Fat

As Christmas comes closer and we relocate to town for the holiday, I find myself wishing it felt more like Christmas.  There is something distinctly non traditional about waiting for one last helicopter flight on an open porch through spats of chilly rain. Of course, we're looking for Christmas cookie recipes, discussing different egg replacements, planning where we'll put the tree, and maybe I'll feel more like celebrating once we start those activities. If only that dang helicopter would get here.

Of course, this feeling eventually dissolves into a "Vivian-get-yourself-together-remember-what-Christmas-is-really-about" mood.

My Instagram loaded for the first time in a while, because usually won't load my friends' posts even though I can post, and I was amazed to see snow.  It's all fairy lights, and Santas, and Nutcrackers, and cookies, and trees, and I don't even miss it. I don't feel like anyone should be doing those things. It isn't time!  Except that it is.

So, bah humbug and Merry Christmas!  Feeling the season or not, I'm the happiest I've been in a long time, and I'm thankful enough for that.