Here we go again. It's totally the time of year that makes me happy, crazy, angry and sentimental all at the same time. Christmas. Ah yes. Buy as much stuff as you possibly can, and hope that people think you've got it all. I always get sucked in, no matter how hard I try. The thing is, Mike and I are generally frugal people. We certainly don't spend a lot on each other throughout the year. So we kind of go crazy. It's our splurge season. The problem is, now that we have a 4 year old, we have to teach the MEANING of Christmas- which really is a lovely thing. Not the religious meaning, necessarily, but the Spirit of Christmas. A Spirit that should be in everyone all year round, really. We all get so caught up in thinking we are all so damn important that we rarely spend the time to think of others, and their needs. I want to Pay It Forward this season- and I have a plan.
Tomorrow, I am going to pay for the person behind me at Dunkin, and perhaps the person behind them, depending on the order size. Probably about 10 bucks. Nothing crazy. But I am so excited- I can imagine how I'd feel if I pulled up to the window and somebody had paid for me. It wouldn't be the money I saved, it would be the fact that someone in the world did it for a stranger. I would feel like doing something nice for someone else- and I hope that is what happens.
Sigh. I left the blog post and have no idea where I was headed. Trying to do too many things at once. Ordering our Family Photos, working on Christmas cards...checking Facebook, my email, Bloodhorse.com, and browsing Amazon.
We got our Christmas tree today from a farm right here in Leicester. Huge place, with a ton of trees- I'm happy to say we definitely have started a new tradition. I love, love, love spending money locally, and I have so many fond memories of cutting fresh trees with my Dad when I was little. Jacob was a little less enthusiastic, but that fits into my memories as well. LOL. He'll appreciate it when he's older, dammit.
Have the kids Christmas party coming up next weekend, then SVH party the following. Mike's work elected not to do one this year, so no dressing up for me! Wahhhhh. I lose 40 pounds, and don't even get to show it off. Guess I'll have to get that last 10-15 off and show up in Florida this spring.
That's all for now. I'm exhausted after a day of loading and stacking firewood with Mike, Becky and my Mom.
