Where are you Christmas?

Today is the day.....we are off to search for the perfect Christmas tree. It seems strange, almost like going through the motions. At one time, I would be super excited about finding the perfect tree, decking the halls. Especially knowing we are getting a real live tree! We have been slaves to the pre-lit, Japanese manufactured tree for the past 6-7 years and last year the tree that stole David's job of stringing the lights completely died. So this year it is a real, pine smelling, water daily kinda tree....that should be exciting in itself!

My Zumba playlist is riddled with Latin Christmas music, and I keep the local 24/7 Christmas music playing radio station on in my car. But, for lots of reasons, I am having trouble finding my Christmas spirit and joy. I LOVE Christmas and simply adore Christmas music. It takes up 85% of my memory on my phone. The sparkle and wonder seems so far away this year. More than the thousands of miles that separate us from Chelsea, or the distance of family living here in the states. I know and truly believe the reason for Christmas and I will admit that I sometimes think we lose sight of what the season of Christmas is all about. Truly, I am grateful for the reason for the season. Celebrating the birth of Jesus is important and necessary in our family.But, I also want the child like magic that modern times and commercialization have attached to it. The family, the friends, the gatherings and the joy.

Maybe a tall regal tree filled with c7 multicolored lights will help? I sure hope so. This just isn't like me. Christmas is my thing. I usually spend all year thinking about it, planning for it and chomping at the bit to start the Christmas music and drag out the hideous Christmas Sweaters, and I would have certainly started my shopping.  This year feels so odd.

I feel like Cindy Loo Hoo.....http://youtu.be/tc7XixGmQt8