I mentioned in an earlier post that I was having trouble getting into the Christmas spirit. I don’t know that it has gotten any better: my mother’s effort at a Christmas tree is a lit topiary in the foyer. But I don’t blame her – since my grandmother’s and uncle’s deaths, this has been her most dreaded time of year; and with my brother away in Japan, it’s hard to be festive when you’re sad.
I talked to The Boy, and he really tries to help me get into the holiday spirit. He tells me that sometimes, if you fake festive, you feel festive. In an effort for me to fake festive, instead of wrecking another 101 in 1001 goal, I am actually going to do Christmas cards this year. I picked them up while I was wandering through Sam’s.
I’ll sing Christmas carols while I fill out my cards. Maybe that will get me out of my Grinchy mood. That, and the big bottle of Bombay Sapphire that The Boy picked up for me to mix with my favorite drink ever that comes out only at Christmas – Diet Canada Dry Cranberry Ginger Ale.
Actually, the thought of a Cranberry Gin and Ginger does warm the cockles of my heart. Maybe I can turn my poor Christmas attitude around.