It’s that time of year…
- …when stores play the lousiest Christmas songs known to man, interspersed with a few good ones.
- …when I put on a black velvet dress and sing in my church’s Christmas concert.
- …when a trip to the library turns into Christmas shopping because one sister was home (and we’ve got to take opportunities when we get them).
- …when I actually pay attention to the promotional emails from various online stores where I shop occasionally.
- …when a sister caught borrowing clothes from my closet is likely to get screeched at because she might accidentally uncover a gift I haven’t wrapped yet.
- …when the list of cookies we want to bake is longer than the list of people we have to give them to.
- …when we pull out all the Christmas lights and see which ones still work (and which ones the “elves” tangled the worst).
- …when inflatable Christmas decorations lie like dead things in people’s yards during the day.
- …when I oooh and aaah over the seasonal-scented Christmas candles (or, conversely, almost die from the overpowering scent if it disagrees with me).
- …when I hunt at six different stores over the course of a month looking for a special, seasonal ice cream flavor.
- …when we save all the shipping boxes for wrapping gifts.
- …when scraps of wrapping paper are apt to be found in the oddest places.
- …when the first person downstairs in the mornings gets the privilege of plugging in the indoor Christmas lights.
- …when I research Christmas carols so I can sing all the verses.
- …when Mom strictly forbids me to check emails for her.
- …when I play Christmas music as if no other kind of music exists.
- …when I put on a red dress to go see The Nutcracker ballet.
- …when I eat way too many sweets and promise myself I’ll “be good” after New Year’s.
- …when I read a Christmas story or two.
- …when Dad has to make multiple trips to the store to pick up some last minute item we need for baking.
- …when I sing of white Christmases knowing full well my southern location probably won’t see proper snow until January.
- …when I ponder the first two chapters of Luke and Matthew again.
- …when every day closes with lighting the Advent candles, reading a Christmas devotion, and singing a Christmas carol around the piano.
- …when we drive around to look at light displays and shake our heads at the houses in our neighborhood who didn’t even hang a wreath.
- …when we rejoice in the birth of a Baby in Bethlehem—because one day He would die on a cross for us.
Aye, ’tis truly the most wonderful time of the year.
What little things, either lovely or annoying, shout “Christmas” to you?