“I said to my husband tonight, ‘I have to tell you something.’
His face was like [hmmm]
‘I went to Hobby Lobby during my lunch break today and bawled my eyes out.’
I stood right in front of these trees and started crying when I heard the acoustic version of ‘O’ Holy Night’ playing over the speakers.
This year, I’m not complaining that it’s too early to see all the decorations.
I need some dang Christmas cheer. We all do.
So, there I stood. The tough chick. The one who takes no sh*t… in my hat, sunglasses, and mask… bawling in a Christmas aisle at Hobby Lobby.
I don’t know whether it was exhaustion, sadness, or happiness, but I was in the middle of a full-on breakdown.
I’m excited for my favorite time of year.
I need to live vicariously through my children.
I need to hug and squeeze my family.
I want to binge eat my favorite holiday foods.
I want to watch the snow fall.
I want to watch ‘Home Alone’ and the ‘Santa Clause’ over and over.
I want to listen to Judy Garland’s ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ on repeat.
I want to drink hot chocolate in front of the fireplace.
I want to stare at the Christmas tree lights until midnight.
I want to bake and decorate cookies.
I want to go to Midnight mass.
I want to toast beers with my husband while we wait for Santa.
I even want to hang out with our family’s elf.
I want to do all the things we do during the most magical time of the year.
Because 2020 has brought us nothing but hurt, disappointment, sadness, and confusion.
I need all the things that are good in this world.
As I stood in front of those beautifully lit trees, I was reminded there is always hope. Once we choose hope, anything is possible.”