Let's be honest: no matter how much a person love the holidays, there comes a point in the thick of December that everyone is just stressed. Even the most devout holiday fan starts to lose touch with the magic of the season in the mania of short days, long lines, crap weather, and seemingly several million things to do.
But not right now. Nope. Right now, no one has heard "Last Christmas" 728 times within two weeks. No one is exhausted from parties, and baking, and traffic, and wrapping. The holidays are still a taboo topic, untouched by busyness, which creates this sort of indulgent purity.
And yet, if you're paying attention, the holidays are slowly getting into place for their grand show, carrying with them an optimistic excitement and promise for anyone tuned into it. The weather is only starting to hint at autumn. The back corner of stores are discreetly filling with turkey platters and colorful bulbs, like little forbidden secrets waiting patiently to be told. Slowly, we all remember the things we love about it. Pumpkin Spice and Egg Nog lattes, fuzzy blankets in front of roaring fireplaces, a twinkling tree surrounded by beautifully wrapped gifts. No one has heard a carol in ages, so the sound of jingly bells brings only the childlike wonder of the season. Right now, the magic of the holidays is just waiting for us with zero pressure.
Sure, in several months, even I will be wrapping my 39th box well after midnight, cursing to myself that "...If I hear 'Happy Xmas' one more time..." But even then, I will think back to right now, the first time I heard the jingly bells of 'Sleigh Ride' for the first time in nine months, donning a tank top and shorts in my air-conditioned car, and felt the pure, unadulterated joy, the promise, the wonder of Christmas.
I absolutely adore that.