Christmas

My daughter is obsessed with Christmas all of a sudden. It started about a month ago. We were in the car and she asked me if I knew who had a white beard. Now I was thinking a person that we actually knew, so I was stumped. My dad has some gray/white in his beard, but I wouldn't say it was white per se. But it was the only thing I could think of so that's what I said. Papa's beard's kinda white. Annabelle's response- Mom, Santa has a white beard! (All being said in a particularly whiny voice while rolling her eyes at me. You would think she was 14, not 4.)

So fast forward a few weeks and she decides she wants, no she NEEDS to watch Mickey's Twice Upon Christmas. After a small power struggle, I relented because really what's it hurting? But now she's been singing We Wish You a Merry Christmas constantly and last night she started making her list. Little post-it notes of scribbles scattered throughout the house, many of which she slept with last night.

Now don't get me wrong, I LOVE Christmas more than anything, but I love Halloween and pumpkins and cider (just bought some at Wegman's, yum). I can't wait to go to the Spirit store to look at costumes. Friends of ours have a big, adult only Halloween bash the first weekend of November each year. It's the one time of year that I can dress up slutty if I feel like it and be able to get away with it!

But Annabelle is ready for Christmas, running to her windows every morning hoping for snow. The more excited she gets, the more excited I feel. So I guess we'll be singing carols for months in advance and we'll know the words to every single Christmas movie out there by next month. It makes me wish I was a kid again without any of the worry that comes along with Christmas. But Annabelle brings all of that out of me, so I guess I get to relive it through her. :)