Sing with me, “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…”

A week ago at this time I was dreading the holidays. I’ve had a bad case of the blahs since summer ended. The gray dreary weather gets me down, the hail storm on Friday night, mimicking a snowstorm, sending cars in the ditches and stranding Rick for a few minutes brought dread and loathing to mind. The older I get the less I like winter. If you have followed my blog very long, you’ve probably started to take note of the patterns of my emotional life;

Sunny= happy face
Rain/snow/hail/gray= sad face.

It has occurred to me that although I know there is something to SAD, Seasonal Affective Disorder, which I have self-diagnosed, there might be something deeper as well. Because not more than 36 hours ago, I was still bah-humbugging the season, grumbling at the Christmas displays in grocery stores when we’ve BARELY laid to rest Halloween, and haven’t even welcomed in Thanksgiving.

But now? Things have changed. I have a new outlook. I have become the Grinch Who Stole Christmas, at the END of the story!!! I put Christmas music on my iPod last night and listened to it all day today! I dreamily fingered the Christmas displays at Costco, and pictured how my house will look this year. I made a mental list of ingredients for fudge, almond rocha, gingerbread men, talked endlessly to Rick about Christmas weekend, and if that’s not enough…


Why? Why, you ask?

It started a few nights ago. I can’t remember which night. Maybe Tuesday. Maybe Thursday. My Dad and I were talking on the phone. He casually said, “I sure wish we could come up there for Thanksgiving or Christmas, but I just can’t drive that far alone with Mom anymore without a helper, and I can’t ask someone to leave their family for one of those holidays”. I asked if he’d thought of flying. “well, no. Hadn’t thought of that”.

Saturday morning Dad let me know he’d checked flights to Bellingham. Too expensive. I asked if they’d thought of flying to Seattle and letting us pick them up. “Well, no, hadn’t thought of that. I’ll look into it and let’s talk this evening.”

An hour later I received an email forwarded from Alaska Airlines with the flight itineray for 2 plus a wheelchair. I emailed Dad back, “So…not so much thinking about it then?”

And ever since that one little email, I’ve been floating around on a sugar plum cloud singing Christmas carols and menu planning. I’ve let each of the kids know that Grandma and Grandpa are coming. Everyone is 100% surprised and excited. No one saw this one coming! First, Mom made it to Tim’s wedding and now she’s coming to Bellingham for Christmas?? This news comes so out of the blue, when we’d all thought that LAST Christmas was our last chance to spend the holiday with them, it feels shocking, hopeful, unexpected, mysterious, a gift, and…well, it feels a little bit like….



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