let it snow let it snow let it snow
As has been well documented on this site already, I am not a big holidays person. I am about as likely to get into the Christmas spirit as I am to win a gold medal in pole vaulting (or anything, for that matter – I have no idea why pole vaulting was the first feat of athleticism to leap, no pun intended, to mind). I try not to be too Grinchy about it, but I would not mind skipping Christmas altogether. I used to fantasize about spending the day alone in my apartment, eating chocolate, drinking Champagne, and watching videos. That was when I was single, of course. I should have gone ahead and done it then. Now that I have a child and a husband whose abundant Christmas spirit is so infectious, I sometimes wonder if I just might catch the bug myself, that is obviously not an option.
For me, the real highlight of winter is snow. Probably because I grew up in the south, where winter was just rainy and a white Christmas seemed like a fairy tale, snow is still magical to me. While people all round me are grousing about delays and inconveniences of one kind and another, I am happy inside. I love to walk in it, make footprints, hear it crunch under the soles of my boots, see it pile up on tree branches and rooftops. I love to sit inside under a blanket with a hot mug and watch it fall outside the window. I love its silence. I love the way the sky and the ground are the same color when it snows.
Today it is raining. I started this post the day before yesterday, when it was snowing, and have only just had a moment to finish it. That's the way things have been around here lately – no wonder I have gotten nothing made for Christmas. Nada. I better put on my pointy elf boots and hat and dust off my workbench or kiss my handmade holiday aspirations goodbye, and really, let's face it, nothing brings out the Grinch in me like Christmas shopping. Shudder!