Holiday Whore

I’m a holiday whore. If there is an occasion where I can brighten my house and yard with colorful decorations, surprise Jenna with a generous fictional character and create some entertaining family tradition, I’m in. It doesn’t matter that it’s not my religion or ethnicity or holiday, I adopt it anyway. As Jenna gets older and her understanding and delight in the holidays intensifies, so does mine. We are always celebrating something and it has brought a lot of light, laughter and happiness to our home. We sing, “it’s the most wonderful time of the year . . .” every month.

Although we live in Florida, I proudly display our Mardi Gras flag, decorate the house in purple, yellow and green, cover Jenna in beads and serve King Cake for breakfast.

In March, I dye our milk green, wake Jenna in my horrible attempt at an Irish brogue with “Top o’ the Mornin’” and create leprechaun antics ranging for tp-ing my living room to changing Jenna into a green nightgown while she slept. I even thought about dying our dog green this year. And no, I am not Irish.

The red, white and blue dishes come out for Memorial, Independence, Labor and Veteran’s Day.

My 8 foot turkey proudly stands in my yard every November.

Don’t even get me started on Halloween. That holiday alone has 5 bins of decorations.

And although I am not Christian, I LOVE Christmas and Easter. Twinkle the Elf, Santa and the Easter Bunny are beloved family members. These holidays do not have the same religious meaning or significance to me as to my Christian friends and family but they do signify a time of family and love, kindness and giving as well as reflection and appreciation.jfs_0498

Had to go back and clean my footprints in the baby powder.

Had to go back and clean my footprints in the baby powder.

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