And Christmas in July is just around the corner!!!!




Once upon a time, not so long ago, all of the above would be used to describe me.
I have;
Ten trees, each a different theme.
A Christmas village that requires Don to build a platform for it.
Show stockings to match one of my trees – with faux wrapped presents to match.
Vast collection of snow globes.
Decorative pillows that leave you with nowhere to sit.
Singing and dancing stuffies.
Christmas bedding – but it gets pulled off the bed to sleep. It is just “show” bedding (my mom made it for me).
Art that replaces family photos for the season.
Christmas cards from previous years that I framed. Which I can tell you who they came from without seeing the signature inside.
A (not so) ugly Christmas sweater for everyday in December.
My sister would describe my house at Christmas time “Looks like Santa threw up in here.” She meant it as an insult, I took it as a compliment.
I would be shopping the Boxing Day sales for the start of next years themed tree. I would start buying gifts immediately, I would see the perfect trinket, bob-bit or doo-dad for someone and stash it away. Sometimes I would forget what I bought and it would be a pleasant surprise in October when I took inventory.
I spent 25 + years being a Christmas Nut that starts decorating the day after Remembrance Day, with little to no help (Don will help bring the bins up from storage and take them back down). I loved going to the mall during peak holiday season. Not to shop, but to people watch. To hear the various Christmas carols coming from the stores, watch people hustle and bustle as if it was 5 pm Christmas Eve and the stores were closing and they didn’t have the perfect gift. Watching the kiddos visit the mall Santa and smiling to myself with his exuberant HO-HO-HOs.
In recent years, I go through the motions because it is expected of me. When Yeti died November 25, 2023 my Christmas spirit went with him. If my house hadn’t already been decorated, the trees would have never come out of storage.
Christmas 2024 Don and I took Dharma and her family to Disney so I could avoid all the holiday hub-bub. Yes, you read that right. I took my family to the happiest place on earth to get away from celebrating Christmas. Did it work? Sort of. Made me wish I could afford to do it every year. Not necessarily Disney, just a trip to avoid the Christmas season.
I have six months to hype myself up to be Christmas People. Six months to prepare myself to be physically and mentally exhausted from bringing the 50 + totes from storage and setting it all up, to tear it all done a month later.
Some would ask me “Why do it?” Simple. I have H who loves everything Christmas as I once did. Dharma would tell me “You created the Christmas Monster, you can’t stop now.” And Don would say “You have spent a hell of a lot of money on all this shit, it goes up until H outgrows it.”
I will spend the next six months watching TikTok’s of nostalgic Christmas videos, watch Hallmarks Christmas in July movies while having Cindy Loo-Who in my head singing “Where are you Christmas, why can’t I find you” all so H doesn’t lose her Christmas People vibe, while secretly hoping my vibe returns with the same jolly cheer as a mall Santa’s HO-HO-HO.
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