But a funny thing is happening to me this year, still weeks ahead of Thanksgiving, my most favorite of all of the Holidays. I find my heart growing 3 sizes for that holiday which has been marked by stress and cheesy music for so long.
Yesterday I found myself shopping eagerly for Christmas ornaments. Yes, I am participating in an ornament swap. But these weren't just for that. These were the "oooooooh, this would look sooooooo cute on our tree" kind of thoughts. Last year was the first time anyone has talked the grown-up me into a tree. Ammon becomes as giddy as a little elf the day after Thanksgiving. That man has as much cheer (after Thanksgiving) as any self-respecting Who. But even he isn't getting super-stoked yet. Nope, for that, I'm blaming all of you who have been mentioning Christmas subtly, and not-so-subtly since June. You know who you are. And it is all of you who are to blame for this:
Move over, fashion bloggers. I have the market on the latest and greatest in gently-used holiday wear.