I’ll admit, I’m one of those people. You know … one of those people. The kind that doesn’t even wait until after Thanksgiving to start humming Christmas carols, the sort that goes Yule-crazy-insane in the holiday membrane with the Santas and reindeer and snowmen and nativity sets, not to mention holiday theme-d everything complete with candy canes, jingle bells, tiny lights and Santa hats. I really can’t help myself and I wouldn’t even hope to try. Yes, I like the onslaught of holiday music being pumped in through every means available. I will sing along with the musak at the mall, thank you very much. I may even get my picture taken with Santa while I’m there. And then after that I will go home and put on a random shuffle of my embarrassingly large Christmas album collection. Or it would be embarrassingly large if I felt like being embarrassed about it, but I’m totally not. I’m excited about it and it makes me happy. More about all that later, but in short, welcome to Christmasland, have some eggnog.
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[...] As previously mentioned, I’m sort of a holiday junkie. I spent part of the day yesterday pulling all of my holiday paraphanalia out of the closet and took inventory of my stash. I’m not sure what I enjoy more … the preparation and ritual of decorating or the actual holiday itself. Since I was a little kid, I’ve always loved going through boxes of ornaments, old holiday cards and decorations, remembering their history and taking some measure of comfort in their familiarity. I still remember pulling out old salt dough ornaments or macaroni garlands painted gold and hanging them on the tree until they were well past their prime. Or the yards and yards of tinsel my mom would put around the house. I was so attached to these items that I even had unspoken names for each color and variety of tinsel we would trot out year after year. I’m pretty sure my mom has replaced it all since then, but I have good memories of it. As well as those tacky but lovable melted plastic decorations, much like these. Ahh .. but before I get lost in a sea of 1970s nostalgia, I should get to the main reason for this post … [...]