As you know, this past year has been a rough one.
If I ask you for an extra special Christmas this year, you might start imagining glittering snow, cozy family gatherings, sweet-faced children making cookies, and feisty senior citizens getting into everyone else’s business. You might start thinking I want a holiday season like one of those Christmas romance movies featuring a crazed workaholic woman who needs to learn how to slow down and appreciate life. You know, set aside her own dreams and replace them with someone else’s. That someone else being a steady small-town man who knows the value of family.
You know I live in that small town, like the ones in the movies. There are barns and cozy houses, there are generations of traditions, there are football games and parades, and yes, there are many sturdy small-town guys who know about animals and can work with their hands and have loads of country charm. I even had that flannel-shirted, small-town guy. Had. Past tense.
The point is, I’d like a different sort of holiday romance. I’m not the sort of person to give up on my dreams just because some handsome guy tells me I should slow down and appreciate the little things. Like if I do, then he’ll find me worthy. And I’m not the kind of girl who fits into that stereotypical, small-town, feel good about giving up on a successful career so you can start an apron collection scene.
If you’re cool with all of that, I’m open for what you have stashed in your bag.
If not, well, I guess it’s the naughty list for me.
With hope and thanks,