The third of The Five Blogs of Christmas is all about the lights and sparkle!
December is my least favorite month. The pressure of gift giving, which has dwindled to a precious few but can still induce anxiety. The constant bombardment of holiday sales, sales, sales/buy, buy, buy! The carb loading. The general expectation to be merry. And for the last few Decembers without The Mom, who adored Christmas, it’s painfully emotional.
But this dread of December isn’t new. Over a decade ago, I sat myself down and thought about what brought me holiday joy when I was a kid. And I remembered that touring neighborhoods of crazy Christmas decorations lit up my spirit like a cozy fireplace. Since then, nearly every year, we pick up our fave seasonal drinks (The Husband ~ Hot Vanilla, Me ~ Peppermint Hot Chocolate) and stroll around the Eagle Hills neighborhood in Brea (CA), to renew our Holiday Spirit and walk off those mini mince pies and Christmas cookies.
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