I really love December, and not just because of the tree and the lights and the music and the glitter. (Although I do love all of that.)
I love it because in December I feel popular. There’s always so much going on – parties and festivals and craft fairs and concerts and cheesy team-building work events. It’s excellent and exciting. Every single weekend I have things written in my little calendar book thing. (I use that instead of a blackberry because I’m analog like that.) And they aren’t just lame things like “dentist” or “chiropractor.” They are fun things that make me happy when I think about them.
Even my chores are fun – write cards! wrap presents! sew things! bake! plan menus!
Why? Why do we plan all the fun things for December? April for example, is a very fine month to do things and see people. Why do we never have this much fun in April? I know December even burns some people out with all its eventfulness, but it just makes me realize how boring I am the rest of the year.
Ok. So I think I’ve just decided I am going to have a busy April with lots of interesting activities. Maybe I should start engraving invitations to things now.