Finally, the Christmas season is upon us. I managed to abstain from the jingle-bell-Santa's-coming-haul-out-the-holly radio stations until the day after Thanksgiving. Now, however, I sing along with Mariah Carey at the top of my lungs and blast the Trans-Siberian Orchestra every chance I get. To complete the Christmassy feel, Jill, Adam and I drove to a tree farm in Allston (I love how accessible everything is in the city!) and picked out our first tree as roommates. It is perfect: full, round, minimal gaps, sturdy branches for the abundance of ornaments we've gathered over the years. Saturday afternoon was dedicated to decorating. The tree was trimmed. The mantel was garland-laiden. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care. I added candles in each of the street-facing windows today and garland will soon adorn the arches in our living room. It's definitely beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
This morning, I trekked to Providence to run their Jingle Bell 5k. It was, and probably will be, the most festive race I've run. Hundreds of reindeer and elves crowded the start line. And I mean hundreds. There were at least 2,700 red- and green-trimmed runners. Needless to say, the first mile was slow going; it was rush hour on a Monday morning. The race continued to build the spirit of the season for me and I am more excited than ever for what is still to come. Next week: Christmas parties!
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| Runners decked with tree hats (the 11:56 is counting down to the start of the race) |
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