Do You Hear What I Hear?…. by Nancy Brophy
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Jingle Bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.
The 2012 holidays have begun.
I once was lost, but now I’m found.
On Thursday we celebrated thanksgiving with family, football, and a brief moment between cooking and over indulging to give thanks for a truly remarkable year. It has been a wild roller coaster ride between the election, job changes, writing and family.
Sugarplums dancing in their heads…
We begin with overindulging on food and in some cases spirits to herald in a new season. It is the season of rich appetizers and fatting desserts. I don’t know what sugarplums are, but I suspect they are an indulgent sin. One could argue I have so many sins already, what is one more?
Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, for me…
Rather than hitting Black Friday, my husband is on strike against big corporations. He purchased nothing at all on Friday and plans to only buy from local merchants on Saturday. Since I’m not a Black Friday shopper it is no loss for me. The only thing I am missing is Starbucks.
But apparently this is a movement, highlighted by a Zombie stumble in which one is encouraged to dress appropriately (Zombie-style) and bring any leftover Halloween makeup for others. I’m not quite sure how Zombie – not a shopping demographic – are denying themselves by saying no to corporate consumerism.
All I want for Christmas is you…
Writers, like Susan Lute, are releasing special Christmas books. Others of us are trying to figure out how to promote our books in the best possible manner to reach new buyers.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year….
Many are girding their loins to gear up for weeks of decorating, shopping, partying, and winter weather. We love the holidays and the fact we close our eyes to ignore our diets. My brother has lost 85 lbs so far this year. On Thursday he did not stuff himself with 3 types of potatoes, stuffing and green bean casserole. He practiced moderation, which leads me to believe he’s probably an alien. In January I will regret this and will vow faithfully to diet. At the end of the meal (after the dessert, of course) I did have a brief moment of shame.
All in all I wish each of you a wonderful holiday season – and if you need to have a drink for me, you have my permission. – Perhaps you will want to join me on my new in January.