let it snow?

I felt an impending state of doom as I walked out of my house this morning, trying to catch the bus that would arrive…in a minute (I love a morning run!). It felt like icicles were forming, and the frosty leaves and sidewalks are testament of that. What shocked me the most however, was how close Christmas appeared to be, given the freezing cold. I know this may appear odd (or normal, in my case), but when I physically see my breath outside, I understand it as a sign. I always find Christmas to be such a mixed bag of emotions for me. On one hand, I love it to no end and it’s my favourite holiday – I love to bake for people, singing certain (note: CERTAIN) Christmas carols, and I love shivering in the outside cold. Makes me think of Montreal.

However, I always feel there are so many expectations associated with Christmas. The need for warmth and fuzziness is one. They can’t be bought (or sold, as a matter of fact – you can go back to the North Pole, Santa), and really, they don’t come naturally with the holidays. I always struggle with this skewed perception of what Christmas is – represented as a “magical time”, which isn’t what it is in reality. I find myself having difficulty finding what Christmas actually means – and it seems to me odd that we celebrate it with such fanfare even though the birth of Jesus was so…low key (excuse my poor vocabulary). To me, there’s a jarring disconnect – is this the way we should really be celebrating the birth of our Saviour?

On another note…I totally wish I had American friends. The price of Jon Foreman’s upcoming four EPs is $20…shipping costs…$18. GAH! I know I’ll cave nonetheless.