It's not for lack of holiday spirit. I can barely contain my excitement at the idea of having our friends and family here with us in our new home. I've been quietly gathering pretty pretty little shiny things for our mantels and place settings, trying not to get all Semi-Homemade Sandra Lee creepy with the whole "table scape" insanity. But, please, people! Pretty sparkly shiny things! For the table! Today at Michaels Craft store I was eyeing a bag of fake snow. I don't even know what I'd do with it, but damn I wanted that bag of fake white snow crap.
I bought a holiday CD back in October--yeah. I know. I could have waited, but what if it wasn't there the next time I was at the store???!! At least it's still in it's shrink wrap. I won't bust out the holiday tunes until after Thanksgiving. Promise. But after that, all bets are off. It's all holiday music, all of the time. You know, like the good Jewish girl that I am.
My Cooking Light, Everyday, and Living magazines are all dog-eared and post-it note'd with every recipe of all the appetizers, sides, sweets and drinks I plan to foist upon everyone who walks over my threshold in the next month and a half. Yesterday I baked a pumpkin chocolate chip bread because I simply couldn't go another day without having SOMETHING pumpkin-y smelling up my house.
Today I stocked up on an obscene amount of Melissa and Doug toys for Ethan. I'm bummed that I'm almost done shopping for him. I'm impatiently waiting for my family to start their lists (nudge, nudge, wink, wink) and I can't wait to start wrapping pretty boxes and bows. And don't get me started on a tree. Decorated with silver and blue. Because, again, I'm a good Jewish girl.
But me? I can't really think of anything I want or need, aside from a house full of people I love, laughing and telling stories and eating yummy food. Hmm.