All in the name of Christmas (in Florida)…
- You will cart home a pail full of dank wet sand to create ‘homemade ornaments’
- You think nothing of strolling into Home Depot in full-on Wise Man garb over your jeans and sneakers
- Stopping for a line of fire engines and emergency vehicles usually is just an indicator of the beginning of another Christmas parade
- Seeing a live size nativity scene being hauled on a flatbed trailer behind a Ford F-150 is not the weirdest thing you’ve seen all day
- Poinsettias have taken over the farmers market, no one seems to be able to escape without one
- You will spend several pain-staking hours designing the perfect light display for your house (despite the fact the yard needs to be mowed, the hedges aren’t trimmed and the oak tree is slowly burying your property in leaves)
- Every night is ‘craft night’ as you whip up cookies, last minute gifts or a new way to decorate the window sill with garland
- You notice that people begin to clump- Home Depot is a ghost town while Walmart is bursting at the seams with enthusiastic shoppers buying just one more thing
- Your new favorite store is the independent hardware store because they carry Frostie Root Beer and a variety of bubble lights
- You simply MUST get a blizzard from Dairy Queen… they are only going to offer Candy Cane Chill for so long
The Not So Fantastic Reality:
The above story was inspired by the following tidbits I encountered today:
ONE: People do some weird stuff around the holidays (me included). Everyone is either wound up or prone to give a pass to anything odd they see, and if they are asked about anything strange, the go-to excuse is an automatic, “It’s Christmas!”. Everywhere we went today, Christmas was definitely in the air. It was at the Farmer’s Market which was overcrowded with people down for the ‘season’ and giant poinsettias. It was at the local hardware store that converted its entire front space to holiday- related brick-a-brack (and thank St. Nick they did, I found my bubble lights!). It was on the road on the way to the beach as we watched the town of Christmas’ Christmas parade led by the fire brigade, a bunch of kids in Santa hats and the nativity scene on a trailer (yes, I actually live about thirty minutes from Christmas, FL). It was at the beach, as we drove down the festive streets of New Smyrna observing pedestrians in antlers and storefronts bedecked with lights, wreaths and holidayized plastic flamingos. It was in Home Depot, a man dressed to the hilt as a Wise Man walking nonchalantly into the entrance, flowing robes and all. And it’s definitely in my tummy thanks to the DQ serving up a delicious concoction called the Candy Cane Chill blizzard. Yum.
Love & Squirrels.