Fallidays
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Fall is my favorite. The autumn’s of my youth were storybook
magic and the joy I am filled with beginning in September is un-containable. Even
living in a place where Fall arrives late in the “er” months, my mood definitely
changes to one of bliss. I have decided that I will no longer bow to the
marketing machine of big box stores and will defiantly set my own timeline for the Falliday
season. For me, the season runs from Labor Day to New Year’s.
The first of the holidays is Labor day, a day in which I
celebrate by sleeping in and then lounging around in my PJ’s
watching Netflix all day. Please do not invite me to a cook-out on this day, I
will politely decline. I have never really understood the whole cooking out concept,
and it does not appeal to me. Too much work. The host has to clean their house
and manicure their lawn, probably stay up the night before making potato
salad, and then be forced to hang out at the grill while people who really don’t want to be
there, but feel obligated to be there, sit around in lawn chairs and talk about
Betty Johnson down the street who is a horrible mother, while they are in fact
drinking way too much expecting someone else to wrangle their children. I’m not
bitter though.
October brings Halloween, the most sacred of all holidays,
but do not begin decorating before October 1st. Nope, you keep your
ghosties and spider webs in their storage tubs until that clock hits midnight on
October one. October is my favorite month. The joy and elation I feel during
this month of crisp, cool, burning wood tinged air. My favorite thing is to
cozy up on the couch each evening and watch a Halloween movie every night. Hocus Pocus being my all-time favorite.
There are so many good ones to watch though. The Nightmare before Christmas, or anything Tim Burton honestly, Monster House, my new addiction Stranger Things, 31 days isn’t really
enough days to watch them all. Which is precisely why I continue my movie watching
spree well into November up to Thanksgiving.
On Thanksgiving Day, we head over to the Cracker Barrel and
pick up our feast, because there are just three of us and we have no immediate
family in the area. Why cook? Football is watched, as well as the traditional
viewing of the Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye classic White Christmas. With
belly’s full of turkey and cranberry goodness, we can move quietly into
December and Christmas.
Growing up, the family would head out the day after
Thanksgiving to the snow covered mountains to find our tree. To be honest, it
wasn’t as Norman Rockwell as one would believe. After hours of hiking in frigid
weather, we would come upon the perfect tree to uproot and drag back for miles
to the car, complaining the whole time. So actually, not really fun, but it’s a
tradition dammit. December is filled
with holiday magic, baking, gifting and National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation
outdoor lighting moments of pure and utter frustration. Good times.
In the days leading up to New Year’s Eve, I am reminded that
I need to set a resolution, I swear I will keep it this time, promise. I cozy up on the couch with my love to watch Nicolas Cage movies, eat cheese
and crackers, sip champagne and celebrate my wedding anniversary. We were
married on January 1 so that every year at the stroke of midnight, we can say
“Happy New Year, Happy Anniversary!” We’re so adorable.
And that my friends is my Holiday timeline wherein I spend a
lot of quality time on the couch with the people I love the most doing the
things that make me the most happy, which mostly revolves around avoiding
people. Love you, mean it.
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