I know you’re there.
Lurking… breathing down my neck.
I see you in the red cups and twinkle lights and all things peppermint.
You’re well aware that I haven’t made a list or even bought a gift.
Shoot, I’m still trying to remove rotten pumpkin guts from my porch.
You pointed out the neighbor’s Christmas lights and my friends on Facebook who have already decked their halls and finished their Christmas shopping before Thanksgiving. You flaunted the Christmas countdowns and turned up the holiday music. You tempt me with your Black Friday online deals. You applauded the lady in line at the pharmacy in her ugly Christmas sweater on an 80 degree Texas day who wished me a Merry Christmas a whole month early. (I’m not sure she thought her sweater was ugly).
I can hear you whispering to get into the attic and pull down the tree. But I read once that for every Christmas tree lit before Thanksgiving, an elf drowns a baby reindeer. And that’s a lot of guilt to carry around.
It’s a week and half before Thanksgiving and I refuse to feel behind just because stores have been selling Christmas-shaped sugar cookies for weeks.
I’m onto you, Panicky Holiday Feeling. And I have a few things to say to you:
- Simmer down. You’re not real.
- I’m happy for my neighbors and my Facebook friends, but they aren’t me. I stopped comparing myself to others a long time ago.
- What did Thanksgiving ever do to you?
- Christmas is holy. And it will be no matter how “behind” I get. While I love all the festivities, hot cocoa and Christmas pajamas as much as the next person, I don’t need any of it. Christmas is about Jesus.
- I refuse to rush and hurry these days before and in-between. I plan to savor every day.