Confessions of a Social Media Junkie

Normally I would never say December is a hard month to get through. A rushed — at times frantically busy — month but never a difficult one.

In fact, my least favourite month of the year is February. It’s just. So. Cold.

And dark.

And miserable.

These attributes all combine to make the shortest month of the year feel like the longest. (Don’t get me started on Leap Year…)

But with my grandmother’s death earlier this month, the Sandy Hook tragedy and the anniversary of my grandfather’s death on Christmas Eve…well, I’m not exactly brimming with holiday spirit.

Yeah, this December really sucks. There have been way too many tears this month.

I’m going through the motions though. For Sweet Girl. Because she fortunately is cushioned from understanding the sadness of the above events.

So for her, I’m faking it. Because she is excited about Christmas and Santa’s imminent arrival. Although, she is very concerned we don’t have a fireplace and that Santa won’t be able to get into our house. (Our lack of a fireplace is my husband’s fault. But the reason why is a story to share in another post.)

She’s excited about baking cookies, counting how many houses in the neighbourhood have Christmas lights and decorating the Christmas tree:

 Oh and reading The Elf on the Shelf to me:

And having some good old fun with her family. Hey, what makes the best slide ever? Your dad and cardboard boxes of course:

Sweet Girl’s excitement about the holidays does make me smile. And in the wake of all the sadness this month has brought I do appreciate the good in my life. I’m looking for that cheer wherever I can get it. Right now, Sweet Girl is it.