Happy Happy Merry Merry (and not sorry)

I have a confession to make. Okay, here it goes…deep breaths. Friends, I love Christmas. Oh, I love it so very much. It’s a little ridiculous, I know, but I can’t help it! Remember back in August when everyone was pissed that random stores had already started stocking their holiday decor? The grumps and the grinches were all over social media, and heck, even those who like the holidays were annoyed. But me? Well…let’s just say I did a happy dance!

Here is my deal, I’m not sure if it’s because I’m in my 30s now, or if I’m just turning into an old maid, but every single day seems to fly by in an instant. Yesterday Lucy was talking with her adorable lisp and calling eyebrows “eye-bros”, and now she is better at math than I am. This is disturbing. I do not approve.

(Fat baby Lucy under her first Christmas tree….waaaahhhhh! Stop growing up! Also, Molly is in the background giving the stink eye…)

The holidays are so wonderful, but they are so short. And hectic. And downright stressful! All of which makes the season go so quickly, which, in my opinion, is dumb. I love Christmas lights, they brighten up my day, so if I want to put some up in September, sue me.

If it was up to me, my whole house would be exploding with tinsel, but I happen to live with a little bit of a Scrooge (some would call him a rational human person, but whatever, I’m sticking with bah humbug) who rolls his eyes and looks at me disapprovingly when he sees the mini-tree I’ve already set up in Tate’s room. Calm down, y’all, it’s about three inches tall and it’s awesome, harumph.

So yes, I am playing Christmas music in my car. And okay, yes, I also bought new ornaments today. And a glittery sign for my mantle. It’s okay, I promise. Next week is Thanksgiving, and then you can all join in on the fun!