Let’s Make it December All Year Round, Except with Sun Because If I Were This Cold All Year I’d Probably Cry

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.

It’s December!

You know what that means?  It means that I’m putting up my tree.  Tonight.  And I’m going to start playing my Christmas music.  Tonight.  And no one can judge me because it is December and therefore entirely acceptable and appropriate.

And I’m going to a Christmas festival on Saturday and that is excellent too.

Yay December and yay for Christmas for having all its sparkly lights and churchy music right in the middle of winter, when the cold and the misery might otherwise overwhelm us.  Hooray!