Tradition has always been very important to me. I stubbornly abide by traditions each and every year. To me, they are something to be relied on and something to look forward to. You know exactly what to expect and disappointment usually only comes when plans change. I am a stickler for upholding holiday traditions, much to the annoyance of my family who like to mix it up from time to time. The night before Christmas has always been dear to my heart, probably moreso than the actual holiday (and you know how much I love that).
One of the selling points when I bought my condo was the large kitchen with ample countertop space. I pictured myself playing hostess to friends for dinner parties, festive get-togethers, and celebrations of all seasons. I imagined yummy foods and delicious drinks atop every available surface. Happy faces would be everywhere and laughter would be the soundtrack of the evening.
I just knew I had to have a party before the year was up.
This is my time of year. I love Christmas! It’s the season of giving and everyone seems a little jollier. You’ve got the great Christmas classics on TV and the radio. Houses and shops are festively decorated. Packages arrive at the house almost daily and cards are delivered with joyful wishes and season’s greetings. And let’s not forget about the eggnog! It’s a happy time to be a happy person. Though this year, the holidays seem rushed and have come out of nowhere, I am getting into the spirit and helping others get into it as well. Baxter has his stocking hung by the fireplace and I am hosting our family’s Christmas get-together next weekend. As much as I love this time, I have some holiday confessions I need to get off my chest.