Sunday, November 22, 2009

Planning vs. Celebrating (Christmas edition)

During our engagement, I wrote a post about planning a wedding vs. preparing for marriage.  Now, I'm here to talk about the same topic, only this time with a seasonal twist.

In case you haven't looked at a calendar lately, it's November 22nd.  Thanksgiving is 4 days away, and Christmas is over a month away.  In case you couldn't tell, Thanksgiving comes first. (When is Christmas before Thanksgiving? In the dictionary!*)  Maybe it's just me, but I'm seeing more Christmas decorations in November than I ever have before.  I hear bits of many Christmas songs on the radio these days, and most stores are fully decked out for December 25th.  I am a firm believer in giving Thanksgiving its proper recognition--it's my second favorite holiday and one that is too often overlooked as just the start of Christmas season.

Friday night found me painting a Christmas ornament and then sewing a Christmas stocking while watching a movie with my husband.  Is that in conflict with what I just wrote about celebrating Thanksgiving? I don't think so, and here's why: preparing and celebrating are different.  So while I may be preparing for Christmas (sewing, thinking about what I want to bake and budgeting for gifts), you won't find me listening to Christmas music** or decorating my house in evergreens and tinsel just yet.  (God help me if I ever decorate with tinsel.  No offense.)  And you know what? I've found that "confining" my Christmas celebration to a shorter time of year makes it that much more special.  Christmas marks the end of Advent, a period of a waiting. Thus, December 25th is a day that starts our celebration, not ends it.

*Thank you cheesy childhood jokes.
** Just another plug for Behold the Lamb of God.  Best Christmas music EVER.

Wednesday, November 04, 2009


I made popovers for breakfast the other day.  Warm, fluffy, delicious popovers.  Though they were too well done (still figuring out just how hot our oven bakes), they were fabulous.  Chris hadn't ever had them before, and I loved being able to introduce him to them.

Popovers remind me of life 15 years ago, when it was a special treat the day mom decided to make them.  I was  then (as am I now) amazed at how they rise and get hollow just like that.  No baking soda, no baking powder...they just rise.  I'm sure there's some scientific explanation as to how and why they work the way they do, but I don't know it. And you know what? I'm okay with that.  Some things are just better left unknown.