Pre-Season Hangover


We have barely finished Thanksgiving dinner, we still have Advent and Hanukkah and Christmas and New Year’s to go, and I am already exhausted. Am I alone in this? I can’t remember ever being so tired from the holidays before the holidays…and I blame small town life.



Image by Lou Mora found on Kirtsy.

I completely get the hustle and bustle of the city sidewalks and busy sidewalks dressed in their holiday best, but seriously, in a small town, the feeling of Christmas and all its related holiday cousins is not just in the air, it’s in the water, the land, the molecules. Everything.  And it is exhausting.

Just when you thought that the true spirit of the season was killed in some big box outlet somewhere, let me tell you, that is not so in a small town. Every day, every hour, every minute there is something official and festive happening. The choir concerts, the bake sales, the fire department lighting of the everything. And don’t even get me started on the porch decor.

I’m going to be posting a lot here over the next three weeks about the holidays in a small town. I’m also going to be dusting off my camera to share some things with you.

Because let me tell you, Norman Rockwell is alive and well.

And he is exhausting, ya’ll.

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