It’s the day before Thanksgiving and all through the house, not a creature was stirring because I don’t have to do much cooking this year.
I’ll work from home today, but only for a few hours. Then the holiday weekend will begin. I plan to go to a friend’s house to hang out for a while, then head home later to make the apple crisp I’ll bring to dinner tomorrow. (Knowing me, though, I’ll likely wind up deciding to make it tomorrow instead, and then regretting not doing it tonight, because such is the way of these things.)
Thanksgiving will be a joy. As has been the case for the last several years, I will be with my friend and her husband and family. It will be a long day of wine, laughter, and tons of food. It’s reminiscent of the Thanksgivings of my childhood and I am so grateful for it.
On Friday, the same friend and her husband will come with me to get a Christmas tree, then will help me set it up and decorate it while we watch movies and drink eggnog.
On Saturday, we plan to go wine tasting and stock up for the holiday parties we’ll inevitably attend.
And then on Sunday, my other holiday traditions will begin.
The tree will be set up and decorated. There is nothing on the calendar. That means it’s movie watching time.
I have been holding off on watching Christmas movies thus far, although it hasn’t been easy. The new ones Netflix has pushed out look delightful. I will definitely watch all of them eventually.
But first, I will watch White Christmas. It is my Thanksgiving weekend tradition to make a holiday-themed cocktail and watch White Christmas.
I don’t know what the drink will be this year yet, but I can’t wait.
During fall and winter, I am most myself. There is no guilt in enjoying time spent at home alone, reading and watching movies, spending time on my own.
It is why spring and summer bring such depressive spells as they have in the past. The activities I enjoy most are the opposite of what people are supposed to do when the days are longer and the nights are shorter. I wind up in emotional conflict, feeling like a healthier person would want to be more active.
But here, now, in the fall and winter, I am at peace with who I am and how I wish to spend my time.
There will be a bit of sentimental nonsense, I’m sure. One can’t watch as many romantic Christmas movies as I tend to without it having an impact. It will be welcome sappiness. Not depression.
I know the holidays are hard for many people. For me, though, it’s the happiest time of the year. I am so glad it is here.