So it’s not like nobody’s noticed yet, but it’s December. I don’t know about you, but around here, December means I’m officially allowed to decorate and listen to Christmas music. (So I’m sad to say I haven’t actually done either today.)
I mean, I listened to some jingle bell rock while I was baking yesterday, and I don’t actually have anything to decorate the tree with (yet). But it’s finally that time of year again, and with snow on the ground for weeks now, I’m ready for some serious Christmas cheer. (Music situation rectified. There’s just something about Wham!’s Last Christmas…).
I’m excited to get ornaments and put up my first tree (!), but I’m also sad I won’t be putting up the tree and spending Christmas with my family. Because I have an MRI scheduled for December 30, it didn’t make sense for us to fly back East for Christmas. Even the year I studied in France, my parents managed to get me home for the holidays, so this is the first time any of their kids won’t be there. We have friends nearby and won’t be alone, but I don’t think that will stop my mother’s worrying.
Though I really do wish I could be back home for Christmas, I’m going to make the best of things. I’m looking forward to experiencing the holiday season somewhere new. There’s seasonal locally-made gelato to try, for starters. When I had my relapse about 8 weeks ago, I was a little bummed I wouldn’t be able to go to the Christmas parade if I didn’t have a wheelchair. A quick Google search revealed what I really needed to be bummed about is that Calgary doesn’t even have a parade!
Yeah. Amateurs, I know.
Since visiting the Zoo’s light exhibit would also require a wheelchair, I can probably convince Dave to drive around in search of the best decorated neighbourhoods. And that’s probably better than a parade, really, since no one’s freezing their buns off. Now, if only our balcony could accumulate enough snow to build a snowman…