I’ve never been one to do a lot of Christmas counting down. It’s not that I don’t love Christmas. I do. I’m just not one of those over the top, most wonderful time of the year kind of people. We decorate after Thanksgiving and it’s all usually put back away, with a happy sigh, just after New Year’s. And yet, as a writer, if you want to have a Christmas romance come out in a seasonally appropriate manner, you have to spend your summer (at the latest) thinking snow, angels, and Nativity scenes.
I did that this year.
It was horrible.
For me, at least, trying to think about winter and Christmas when it’s edging up on a hundred degrees outside with so much humidity that it’s possible you’d have an easier time breathing if you had gills, is hard. No matter the music on the stereo (and oh, I tried it all from Pentatonix to Celtic Woman and the amazing recording of Handel’s Messiah that we own…I just wasn’t getting there. Christmas in July is a nice idea but hard, for me, to internalize.
In the end, I finally managed to get in the groove, though I might have spent a little time standing in front of the freezer with the door open, remembering what it was like to be cold. And I’m pretty pleased with the novella that was the outcome. It’ll be part of a boxed set with several other lovely ladies, many of whom (maybe all of whom, now that I think about it) also blog here.
The side effect, though, has been difficult. See, usually I do my Christmas shopping in September and October. I like to be ahead of the curve and have it all wrapped up (pun…kind of intended) early. But I can’t bring myself to do it this year. I’m afraid I’m already suffering from a mild case of Christmas burnout.
So…what about you? Are you someone who could leave a tree up all year and revel in it? Or are you more on board with a shorter celebration? (Maybe somewhere in between?)