Usually at this time of the year, I’m counting down the working day until I can fire up The Hallmark Channel and listen to cheesy, holiday-themed romantic goods-for-nothing being muttered in my ear. I wait( not-so) patiently, utter Thanksgiving its due, and then run pellets to the wall with my Christmas preparation.

But not this year.

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This year, I didn’t even wait until Thanksgiving to embellish my house with garland and cinnamon pinecones. In fact, I figured the day after Halloween was a good day to do the deed and floor my auditoriums, my vehicle, and tell Alexa to detonation Christmas music until I tell her to stop.

This year has been nothing but misfortune, and 2020 was supposed to be amazing. We all had high hopes on January first that this was going to be it — its first year we said we’d live our best life — and we implied it.

Now we are just trying to live. In the same four walls. Day in and day out, with the same people, as we watch the world around us crumble and struggle to find its legs again.

Despite the 2020 shitshow, I desire Christmas. I ever have, and I ever will.

There was a minute when I felt accentuated and overwhelmed thinking about it. I know I won’t be able to partake in the same holiday knowledge I’ve done for years — a cookie barter with my family, a Christmas dinner with my friends at our favorite eatery, holiday parties.

But I realized I could take away something that has always wreaked me massive rejoice because the world is a dumpster fire and fill that with destiny and shadow more, or I could hold on to my favorite go of the year with the force of ten thousand mothers and hope 2020 demises on a good memo.

I wanted to look forward to Christmas the same way I did when I was a child because frankly, what else is there to look forward to right now?

We need to hang onto the moments, things, and people who are bringing us joy right now, because those are the only damn things that are going to get us through.

Plus, we have an excuse to stay in our pajamas, watch all the Christmas movies, and bake the working day or evening away with our kiddos because it’s the freakin’ anniversaries, bitches.

If being additional and embellishing every room in your room utters you happy, why not do it? We is under an obligation to our residences more than ever, so we might as well start them carnival AF.

If you haven’t sent out Christmas cards for years because you are too busy, but enjoy and miss the legend, why not do it this year?

Personally, I feel no reproach that I’ve been wearing my celebration pajamas since Halloween candy was still in the store aisles.

And while I’m wearing said pajamas, I am going to make all the cookies I have pinned in Pinterest. I think it’s about 45 different kinds, but who’s counting? I have a freezer and I’m not afraid to use it.

I need something in my life right now that’s happy, carefree, and makes me feel alive. Christmas has always done that for me, but I ever try our best to do the “decent” thing and held up on embellishing and cooking until mid-November.

Not this year.

Everything became up early — the crown, the flares, the candles in the window, and the electrical legislation — because dammit, this shit originates me happy.

I get instantly tightened when I reek cookies baking in the oven. It reminds me of the simpler periods of my childhood.

I love getting up before everyone else and turning the Christmas light-footeds on the tree so it’s the first thing my children see when they walk downstairs.

There’s nothing that makes me feel more together than having wrapped gifts under the tree and stockings hanging waiting to be filled.

Even if I’m not sitting down to watch every Christmas movie, time sounding them in the background while I fix dinner, clean, or I’m talking with my minors feels comforting.

I didn’t want to wait to enjoy these things any more. I demanded them now.

I know the holidays can be hard on people, and they certainly don’t get everyone out of a funk or stir them want to guzzle eggnog and rejoice. But they do for me, and I’m really counting on them doing their profession and more this year. I’ll is everything that I fantasize might help end 2020 on a positive note, and if that includes settling into the holiday spirit ridiculously early, so be it. The good Lord knows we all deserve some long-overdue cheer.

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