Every year is different but some years I struggle to get in the holiday mood. No amount of Christmas carols, wreaths, or trips to Starbucks to get a peppermint mocha can get me excited about the impending holiday.
This is not that kind of year.
This is one of those years where I have been downloading new Christmas music from iTunes, finding joy in shopping, making excuses to get a peppermint mocha, and relishing planning the holiday meal.
I suspect my excitement stems from the fact that we are hosting Christmas this year. The family is going to come together for a New England Christmas. Mansion tours, Cliff Walk, visits to Empire Tea and Coffee, and Pour Judgment.
But I think I am also sentimental about this Christmas. My baby and my husband are about to graduate, Kia from high school and Jim from college. Of course we will still have Christmas together in the future, but graduation is a time of change and a time of growing up and moving on.
It’s interesting because usually I get excited about the holiday when we set up the tree and decorate the house. Jim has been so busy with finals and projects that we have yet to start our holiday traditions. But come Monday afternoon let the traditions commence.
While my festive mood may be rooted in the anticipation of getting to hang out with Jim, I suspect part of it has to do with surfing. Last year about this time I was sidelined from surfing, running, and volleyball because of a bum knee. This year the simple act of donning and doffing my wetsuit for each surf session has felt really magical. I am grateful to be back doing what I love. Getting out in the water this winter has also reminded me of the simple gifts life has to offer.