Right now I’m sitting here at my desk with the aroma of a pine candle wafting around me and a you-know-there’s-going-to-be a happy-ending Christmas movie on in the background… IN NOVEMBER. I’m in my happy place. It’s really what gets me through the next couple of months without complaining. Seriously. Should I put a date on my happiness? Should I wait until the calendar says Thanksgiving is over? Should you?
That’s the simple answer. No. Life is short. Shorter than most people think.
Should I have less hope? Should I have less faith? Should I really care if people think I’m the crazy Christmas lady?
Maybe you need a good reason to start celebrating early too.
I wrote this so all you early celebrators like me can shake off the guilt, stop explaining why, and enjoy the season as long as you want to.
Because hope, love, faith and happiness know no boundaries and we could all use a little more of those things. Couldn’t you?
Once those decorations come out, everyone here gets a little nicer, a little more patient, a little more giving and I like that. In fact, I like that a lot.
Ive heard some early Christmas naysayers say it’s just a way for stores to make more money, to commercialize Christmas for their own benefit.
Well to that, I have to say…perspective. It’s all in the way YOU perceive it.
What if you went in to the store and said,”I love the way this store is creating JOY early this year” or “Wow, this department is really full of kindness and love. I should spread some extra around early too.”
Maybe it goes way back to when I was a kid. A kid that didn’t even have a Christmas tree or presents some years. Why would I mention that? Because it’s the first time I learned about hope. One year a few days before Thanksgiving a group of awesome people came to my house and brought us a tree and presents. They brought us food too. Not just free food, like the government cheese and beans in a can we had received a couple times in the past. Delicious food like a real turkey, potatoes and fruit. I can still taste the amazing apples as I reveled in each crunch before the wonderful people even had time to leave. Just before they left, they THANKED US for letting them stop by. Then they wished us a Happy Thanksgiving and an EARLY CHRISTMAS TOO. It was probably the best Christmas of my childhood. An early Christmas that gave my whole family more hope, more joy and more faith than we could have imagined.
That’s one reason I start celebrating early. I want to re-feel that love and share it too. For two months instead of one.
It’s never too early for hope.
Merry Early Christmas.