I’ve decided something. I’m actually going to wait to listen to Christmas music until the day after Thanksgiving this year…I’m going to try anyway. The funny thing is that this is the ‘rule’ I’m supposed to follow (gently put into place by Mike and vigorously policed by Zachary who just doesn’t appreciate my intense love for all things Christmas.) The thing is, this year, more than any other, I probably could really use the joy and uplifting power of Christmas music pre-Thanksgiving, but I’m hoping it will work another way. I want to use it as an award – a light at the end of the tunnel – once I’ve gotten through the most difficult days. I also don’t want the music to be tainted – if you will – by all the other events and emotions that I’ll have going on.
The day before Thanksgiving will be the one year Anniversary of dad dying. Then there’s Thanksgiving. And then there’s the day after Thanksgiving which, in the Martin home, is “Christmas Decorating Day.” Well, that may have to wait this year (at least until later in the day). At 10:30am on Friday, November 28th, we will be at the Veteran’s Cemetery doing the interment of dad’s cremains. (I’m mad that I even know these terms now.) The military honor guard will play Taps and perform a rifle salute. The Air Force honor guard will also be there. I know it will be beautiful and moving, but holy moly, I’m dreading it.
Thus the reward of Christmas-magic as soon as it’s done. I don’t know if this plan of mine works. I mean, quite frankly, just thinking about all of it makes me want to run straight to my Nat King Cole Christmas music and wrap myself in it like a cozy blanket and not leave for the next three weeks…so we’ll see.