I love Christmas! Such a magical time of year. A time when peace and good will toward man fill our hearts, and we are reminded of God's love for us. And I love all the traditions associated with Christmas.
Of course, as a December baby (taken home from the hospital on Christmas Eve), there is a bonus in December for me. There were downsides to having a birthday near Christmas, but not the one you would think. People were always careful not to do the birthday-Christmas gift combo package. Instead it was just a really long haul waiting for something new. My sister had a July birthday. Now that always seemed like the perfect time for a b-day. Mid-year she got a whole new slew of fun things and a summer wardrobe, and no one's attention was diverted by an even bigger event. Still, I'm pretty happy being a Christmas time baby. After all, when the other kids had to wait until December 25, I had the smug satisfaction of opening some presents a few days before that. What a feeling of power that was.
Here are 10 signs of the arrival of the Christmas season I've observed so far this week:
1. A neighbor's giant inflatable Santa Claus is already laying on his back on their roof (maybe he is rolling on the floor laughing -- ho, ho, ho)
2. Mail volume has more than doubled in the past week (ads)
3. The neighborhood "who has the most lights and decorations" contest has begun
4. Cookies and other goodies are appearing in the office every day
5. Two lovely cards have already arrived in my mailbox
6. There is debate among some coworkers -- ornament exchange or cookie exchange (hmmm, this is a toughie)
7. People are donning scarves and Christmas sweaters (I even dug out my snowflake one)
8. The Salvation Army bell ringers are posted outside Target
9. There is a wonderful scent of logs burning in people's chimneys at night
10. The airwaves are alive with the sound of Christmas music.