I assume the turkeys and Pilgrims were hiding in the back room somewhere.
Although the image of jack-o-lanterns smirking at snowmen made my head swim, I’ve been known to jump the gun on holidays myself.
The year Zac and I were married, I had our little tree up at least a week before Thanksgiving.
This year I hosted an all-day marathon of “National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation” before the fall colors had peaked and tuned all of my radios to Magic 96.5 FM after the station began playing Christmas music on Oct. 31.
It doesn’t seem like so long ago that I was squeezing Wyatt into a Santa suit and plopping an elf hat and lighted reindeer ears on his little bald head for “baby’s first Christmas” photos.
I’ll never forget watching snow fall on Christmas morning for the first time in my lifetime. Zac and I said Somebody must really like our son to send him such a special gift.
Maybe I am skipping ahead to December because I am yearning more than usual for those warm and fuzzy feelings that the Christmas season brings.
Or maybe I’m afraid that Christmas will pass me by if I don’t start celebrating early.
When I was kid, I never understood how my parents and grandparents could say to each other in amazement, “Christmas will be here before you know it.” It seemed to me like Dec. 24 and 25 always took forever to get here and then went by way too fast.
Now I’m the one wondering where a whole year has gone.
That’s why I am trying to learn how to live in the present even as I find myself humming “Jingle Bells” in November.
I have always looked at today as the tugboat that carried me to where I really wanted to go — that tiny speck on the horizon known as the future.
Whether it was high school graduation, the end of college or my wedding day, I couldn’t wait to get there. Unfortunately, I missed a lot of scenery along the way.
For example, if I could turn back the hands of time I would savor every second of my last Christmas at home.
Although I was 22 at the time, it was the last chance I had to wake up as a kid on Christmas morning. I never would have guessed then that I would be five months pregnant with a kid of my own by the following Christmas.
Therein lies one of the problems with rushing into the future — it’s never quite what you thought it would be when you get there.
Of course, I love Wyatt and I am looking forward to every Christmas morning that I’ll be waking up to the pitter patter of his little feet.
I just wish that I had realized the importance of making memories with my parents before I became one myself.
The future looks a lot different now that I have a Mommy’s perspective on it.
It isn’t my friend anymore. It’s an enemy that is going to turn my baby into a man far sooner than I’m ready for him to grow up.
It also might bring more storms, unemployment and the loss of loved ones.
Because the future isn’t as appealing to me as it once was, I have gained a new appreciation for the importance of today.
One of my favorite Christian authors, Max Lucado, called days “the God-designed segments of life management” in one of his books.
He also pointed out that yesterday “slipped away as you slept” and “you can’t spend tomorrow’s money, celebrate tomorrow’s achievements or resolve tomorrow’s riddles. You have only today. This is the day the Lord has made.”
God also reminds us in Ecclesiastes 3:1 that “To every thing there is a season.”
As long as we appreciate each season of life He gives to us, I hope He doesn’t mind if we mix and match a little.