Craving Christmas

Christmas may be 90 days away but sweatshirts and sweatpants are here to stay.

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Craving Christmas

Photo by Ashley Ritter

Photo by Ashley Ritter

Photo by Ashley Ritter

Photo by Ashley Ritter

Liz Gammon

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I don’t know if it’s humanly possible but I’m already craving Christmas. I’m sure watching numerous Friends and The Office Christmas specials have partly contributed to that feeling but still, it seems a little early right?

I don’t even enjoy Christmas for the generous donations made by my wonderful family members, although the presents are an added perk. I just love the feeling that Christmas time provides. My heart feels lighter and I feel exhilarated. It’s magical.

I also like the cool temperature Christmas brings. Baggy clothes and darker hair is my favorite look of all time. I’m sure many people have already seen me in my trademarked sweatsuits, willing wintertime with my outfit choice. I quite literally can’t wait to wear my sweatsuits in the appropriate weather. I know they’ll be much more comfortable in winter when I won’t melt as soon as I step outside, but I’m too excited to wait.

Now that I’m older, Christmas itself is obviously filled with much less childlike wonder and much less childish fun. When I was little, I loved running around my grandparents’ house. And I wasn’t picky, it didn’t matter which house, both of them were like a different obstacle course, dodging guests and priceless knick-knacks. I loved it, even if I was the only one who did. But now I’m older and more mature, or at least better at pretending. I have younger cousins to watch race around the house, as I once did. Granted, I’m part of the fun little games but I’m not the one orchestrating them. I’m the one dragged into them by the next generation of reckless fun, which I love.

Nowadays, Christmas time is all about seeing my extended family. My various aunts, uncles, cousins and, my favorite person ever, my sister. I get to see her for at least a week during the Christmas break and talk her ear off about anything that pops into my head. Somehow I think the magical feeling during Christmas time is provided by seeing my family. But they liven up my spirits no matter what time of year it is, or what I’m wearing.

For now, I’ll continue to count down the days until Christmas arrives. I’ll keep doing my part by sweating through my sweatsuits to force its arrival.

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