Dear December,

Only three hours and forty minutes until you get here.  I can't wait! I've come to love December.  For a long time I tried to fight the onslaught of Christmas decorations and ribbons and lights and everything else that you entail.  However, I found that it was easier to embrace you wholeheartedly and go a little nuts.  I celebrate Christmas in perhaps the most secular way possible, which is to say I only celebrate with gifts and decorations. 

I do a lot of decorating.  Especially since coming to college.  It has increased exponentially.  But I refuse anything that is directly Christmas-y, so it's mostly snowflakes and winter things.  It's a frustrated sort of Christmas decorating for the Jewish girl raised in an interfaith house.  (At home we have a lot of blue and white winter and Hanukkah decorations, but at school all I have is articles that I printed and never read.  There is always enough paper.)

This year we have already covered the windows of our common room with snowflakes.  It took no time at all.  Now we have moved on to the ceiling, which is something I have always wanted to do. 

We are going to live in perpetual snowfall.  It's beautiful. 

Another great thing about December is music because as soon as Thanksgiving is over you can play Christmas music and not be embarrassed about it.  (I'm not into Christmas decorations, but really into Christmas music.) That said, I'm going to be sharing more music through the month of December.  It's going to be an odd mix of music. 

Today:
Adele: Rolling In The Deep
Shakira: She Wolf
Ingrid Michaelson: Snowfall
Frank Sinatra: Jingle Bells

Now it's three hours and twenty-seven minutes till December.  See you all there. 


love,
hannah