Today, the dutchkid and the dh and I went to Krispy Kreme. It’s so much fun to watch the doughnut assembly line where you can see the fat that’s about to clog your arteries. But they are tasty. I have never truly understood the southern obsession with them until we moved here. In other places we’ve lived, people did crazy things like drive an hour or more to get to the nearest one. I mean really, it is just a doughnut. But now that we have one in town, I’ve had the experience of eating one hot off the assembly line. Oh. my. word. That’s why, right there.
However, this post is not really about Krispy Kreme. Afterward we ran various errands, and let me just say it was great to hang out with my dh. His grad school classes are mostly on weekends and so that cuts into our family time. I forgot how much I like him when he’s not being grumpy about homework and papers. The only thing to mar the nice morning was the fact that apparently, unbeknownst to me we have skipped Thanksgiving entirely and gone straight to Christmas. I know it gets earlier every year, but this year seems worse than usual.
The Salvation Army bell ringers were out in force. Not only was there Christmas merchandise already (I’ve gotten used to that part) but the outdoor shopping area we were walking in had all of their decorations up. I’m talking Christmas trees, lights and lollipop lane. To include the spot for pictures with Santa. He’s already made one appearance. Thanksgiving has long been my favorite holiday, so I’m pretty grumpy about the fact that it’s being glossed over. When I complained about it my dh said, “It’s because no one buys anything for Thanksgiving.” And you know what, I think he’s right.
Now I really do like Christmas, lest you mistake me for a scrooge. I just wish that there were some way that I could keep the Christmas machine at bay until at least the day after Thanksgiving but I think that’s a lost cause. I have decided, though, that this year I want for our family to start observing the season of advent. I’m hoping that a focus other than on Santa and reindeer will help me maintain my good cheer. Because otherwise come December I’m going to be jingle belled out.




