It's snowing here. Really snowing. To put matters in perspective, two days ago I cut the grass one final time on an unusually temperate 60 degree November day, and today my children are bundled in their snow suits and already have dragged the sleds from the garage.
Meanwhile, I'm inside preparing for Thanksgiving -- cleaning, checking recipes, and making one final grocery list. I've been determined to celebrate Thanksgiving before mentally jumping ahead to Christmas. Hold off on Christmas decorating. Refrain from Christmas carols. Just wait.
I caution myself on premature holiday festivity. I don't want to shoot until I can see the white of Christmas' eyes.
But this snow! I know it threatens Thanksgiving travels across the northeastern states (please be safe, travelers), but at this very moment I'm inside and have nowhere to go. It's an invitation to stay put, hunker down, and cozy up.
And, for me, it's the absolute tipping point that's pushing me over the edge past a Thanksgiving mentality toward Christmas cheer.
Hot cocoa and garland and twinkling lights and Christmas specials on TV? Game on.