Yesterday I was flipping through radio stations on my way to get my haircut, and I found that one station up from my normal XM station was a station called “Holly.” I thought “what’s this?” (My mom’s name is Holly and I was pretty sure it wasn’t her.) So, I listened.
It was Christmas music! Yessss! The next thing I know I’m singing “Frosty the Snowman” obscenely loud and loving every minute of it. It was good Christmas music too, you know the kind you can sing to and it makes your heart smile.
After I got my haircut I had to pick up a few things for my world’s-lamest-Thanksgiving-dish-to-pass. As I was trying to shop I found myself constantly being drawn to Christmas candy, toys, cards, and even Christmas alcohol. Ok, seriously, Meijer had the coolest bottle of absolute Vodka with a sequin sleeve on it!
As a general rule, I don’t put alcohol on my Christmas list, but I can make an exception for a bedazzled bottle of booze!
I digress. So, I’m back in my car driving home, rocking out to Jingle Bells. Suddenly, I feel guilty. It’s not even Thanksgiving and I’m buying presents, singing Christmas carols, and dreaming of sugar plums. Ok, that last part was a lie. My point is, I was drawn into the hype. The let’s-get-started-on-Christmas-before-Thanksgiving-is-even-here hype. This has never happened to me before.
Thanksgiving is my favorite Holiday. I heart Thanksgiving. I love the turkey, stuffing, squash, green bean casserole, crab rangoon, and pumpkin pie. Yeah, I said crab rangoon. I love watching my Mom freak out because her turkey is never done when she wants it to be. I love watching my sister stuff herself so much that she has to run to the bathroom thinking she’s going to vomit, but then it was only a burp. I love looking at the Black Friday ads, plotting out all the places we need to go and things we’re going to buy, saying we’re going to get out of bed at 4 am, but then not even leaving the house until 8. I. Love. It. All.
So, I want to apologize to Thanksgiving. If I knew Thanksgiving’s address, I would probably send an apology card or flowers. That’s how sorry I am.
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone tomorrow! I’d be lying if I didn’t say tomorrow I’m most excited about making the “Pink Panty Pull-Down” recipe I got from Semi-Slacker Mom. I told my husband it was a girls-only drink, so I hope my mom and sister-in-law are thirsty (my sister is knocked up)! What are you most excited to eat (or drink)?