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.

Universal Adoration

“The person who seeks all their applause from outside has their happiness in another’s keeping.”

-Claudius Claudianus

I think I might be needy.