I’ve always loved a good dose of nostalgia and there’s
nothing quite like the holiday season to fill my void for the stuff. Between
Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the whole shebang, I always find myself getting
caught up in the smells, sounds, the warm fuzzy feelings, and traditions that
all come wrapped up in this season.
In my last post I shared a little about the way I grew up
and all the change that has come with life as a military brat. I’ve learned to embrace change and adapt to
new settings. In fact, I enjoy
change. But when it comes to Christmas
and the holiday season, I’m all about traditions. Despite all the change and
newness of moving from state to state and school to school growing up, the
traditions of Christmas time are always a comforting nostalgia each November
and December. Sometimes I feel a little
crazy wanting everything to be set up roughly the same way, the same
decorations, the same songs playing in the background, the same cookies in the
oven…but that’s the beauty of tradition right? (please just say yes and tell me
I’m totally normal for this.)