it's the holiday season...

So I haven't posted in a while, and I decided I would try to think up something to write. I used to be such a writer, but as I've grown older it's something that has sadly disappeared from my life.

Christmas is nearing up!! And what a wonderful time of the year it is. So many happy memories that I cherish. It's funny, when I was a kid I used to sneak Christmas cd's into a room away from everyone and sit there and listen to them. If I heard any one approaching, I'd turn it off because I'd get embarrassed if they knew I was already writing letters to Santa and listening to Christmas music in July. I loved making cookies and gingerbread houses and cutting snowflakes and putting ornaments on the tree and hanging stockings, remembering the little moments in my life with each decoration I pulled out. Going through Holiday catalogs and circling the toys I wanted, cutting out pictures and making collages of all the toys I wanted Santa to bring me. Being terrified of getting a "lump of Cola" in my stocking.

Around Thanksgiving is when I'd really start to be good. I remember one time my brother Jonathon was teasing me so bad that I threatened him if he didn't stop Santa wasn't going to bring him anything. He retorted with, "Santa isn't even REAL." and I dropped to the floor dramatically trying to catch my breath. He hurried over to me and apologized and took back what he said. My reaction actually got to him. Ha ha...

Yeah, yeah. I realize I sound super cheesy, but this holiday brings back good feelings. It's sad that now that I'm older, the whole spirit of Christmas isn't what it used to be. I don't particularly enjoy Christmas music as I used to, I don't make a point to make gingerbread houses, put off decorating the Christmas tree, and especially feel any hurry to go out and sing Christmas carols. Getting presents isn't as fun when you don't play with action figures or barbies, plus Power Wheels are much cheaper than actual cars. Unfortunately, I out grew those. Ah, me and my white convertible power wheels had some great adventures driving down Edenberry Dr. And my parents can't really afford Christmas presents anymore, and it's something we've all gotten used to the last few years.

However, today on my way home from driving Shaun and his brother to work, I was stuck in traffic with a heavy rainstorm so I decided to listen to Christmas music on the radio. It brought a smile to my face and actually made traffic (which lasted over an hour and a half) bearable.

Okay- I'm done rambling. Maybe when I'm a mother with a little family of my own, the joy of Christmas will come back. It'll only last until they grow up and, like me, lose interest. So I'm gonna make a point to make the most of it and give them the best Christmas's like my mother and father did for me.

Happy Holidays!
xoxo, jenny