||The Twelve Days of Christmas-Church Choir
Christmas days, gosh I love them. They are filled with everything good and right. Have you ever noticed that Christmas always seems like the longest holiday to get to? Maybe because it’s the most anticipated and played up, but it’s too short. What a bittersweet holiday…
Well I slept in this morning and woke up to the most brilliant stream of sunshine that lit up my whole bedroom and opened my eyes, and to the smell of biscuits baking, honey-baked ham cooking, and Mmm… dressing! With the faint sound of old Christmas songs playing in the background overpowered by the T.v. which was playing “A Christmas Story”.
I finally got up after receiving the oh-so appreciated phone call from Cameron Cline wishing me a Merry Christmas! Then I mustered up the might to put on something decent and frolic downstairs to put a hurtin’(the redneck way of saying I ate the h-e-double hockey stick out of some food)on everything that was in my sight. It’s official, I can put away some twice-baked potatoes, homemade buttermilk biscuits, ham, homemade mac&cheese, and turnip greens like you have never seen, but only on Christmas and Thanksgiving-and if you want to challenge me, come on, bring it- I’ll own you.
So after some quality family chill time, and spreading the Christmas cheer, curly-Q cameover. And we watched Jack Frost and talked about our “status”, what have you.And we came to a comfortable ultimatum/compromise; it was nice we are both on the same page. I like that boy Joel, he’s a nice, understanding kid. We decided that we were going to stick with the whole “no-labels” bit, if we want to go out, well then we’ll go out, if we kiss some, well sheit happens and we’ll get over it, act like it was an accident and probably do it two or three times more and that’s alright. So I’m really okay with where we are at, I think that it’s very mature of us to realize the age that we are at, the things we have to experience (um, like...life), and people we have to meet, places to go, and road trips to take (the ones where you get lost, and then find yourself). All in all, great discussion, awesome movie topped of with a little kissy kiss, but only a little.
He eventually left around 6ish and after that I delved into two pieces of cherry pie with some vanilla ice cream, it was so scrumdiliumptious, I think I might dream about it later-and I don’t feel one bit guilty about it.
That’s is what I love about Christmas! It makes you forget and forgive, it makes you realize that none of the petty stuff really matters-that if you love a person you love them no matter what labels ya’ll have, it makes no-makeup, hair up in a bun, sweatshirt, sweat pants okay (because sweatpants can stretch and you need that on Christmas day, the whole un-buttonin’ the top button of your jeans is NOT cutting it today), it makes you eat two pieces of cherry pie with ice cream and not think twice about it, it makes words like “getchasum”(get you some) and “getindere”(get in there) make sense , it makes Santa earrings and sweaters with snowmen slide, it makes everything smell like evergreens and pine sap with a little hint of cinnamon, and it makes not having skim or non-fat milk, but whole,2% and vitamin D milk kosher-because its Christmas, and you can’t get fat on Christmas!
So for the last few hours of Christmas before my mom and dad hit the sack, I’m going to spend it with the people I love the most, my family. So it’s time to go make that apple cider I love, get some dumplins (as if this little tubby girl hasn’t had enough food),put in “A Christmas Vacation”, wrap up in my down comforters and get ready for a cozy Christmas night.
But first, I’m going to look around and appreciate how much I love how the low Christmas music plays in the background, how the frosted windows make me glad I stayed inside,how the lights from the Christmas tree make the room look so warm and golden with sort of a orange-ish hue, and how those cookies that Santa left behind look so damn good. Merry Christmas everybody!