Monday, December 12, 2011

A Shining Star Upon the Highest Bough (and other stories from the past two months)

It's usually around this time of year that I begin losing myself in the reverie of snow covered new york landscapes and craving the thrill of lifting the shade on certain winter mornings to the sight of white laced coniferous.  I get particularly nostalgic for these types of scenes whenever I am stressed and sick and, since I have been both recently, I have more sentimental than usual.

In an effort to quell this yearning, I began prematurely listening to Christmas music.  And when I say prematurely, I mean: department-store-donning-Christmas-decor-before-Halloween prematurely.  It started out innocently enough.  The She & Him Christmas album came out right before I took the subject GRE's and since I adore She & Him and since that was a particularly hellish time in my life, I decided to make an exception to my no-christmas-music-before-thanksgiving rule, and played it each morning on my car ride into work.  Of course, it worked much like a gateway drug.  Before I knew it, I was on Christmas crack: I found myself whistling all sorts of Christmas carols, purchasing a bevy of snowflake themed Christmas sweaters--my heart even grew two sizes when Starbucks switched to their holiday cups (yes, yes, I realize that I am an utter consumer whore).

It's no secret that I love Christmas.  I do.  Quite conspicuously.  Just look at my nails.

Moses (luckily) finds this level of unabashed devotion to the holiday season endearing, but I realize that, as with most rabidness, it can be quite alarming.  It's just that Christmas is kind of a big deal in my family.  In fact, the majority of Kozak traditions focus on or around December the 25th.  Every year on Christmas Eve, as I'm sure I've mentioned in previous blogs, we sing carols by candle light.  It's positively charming and corny and everything that Christmas can and should be.  And we are so obsessed with holiday films that, in years past, we've had to make a Christmas movie sign-up sheet to ensure that we all get to watch our holiday favorites (although invariably it never works because someone's either not home or asleep when everyone else wants to watch the movie that that particular someone had signed up for).

In any case, I am thoroughly looking forward to the cheer and muppets and baking and spreadsheets that a Kozak Family Christmas necessarily engenders. Unfortunately, as always seems to be the case, a great deal of work stands in between now and then.  Some of it pleasurable, some of it trite, and most of it entirely and unmitigatedly tedious.  But no matter.  I will continue to fill my gray little Southern Californian mornings with various renditions of "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" (while I quietly weep into my dashboard) until I find myself headed eastward.

And for the time being, for interested parties, here are some photo relics or remnants (I'm still not entirely sure which) from the past two month of my unreported adventures:

Moses and I had a Halloween Party at the end of October.  It featured pumpkins, a rather popular leek and bacon dip, spider web decor, and dry ice.  It was, by all accounts, a great success.  And here are the pumpkin cupcakes to prove it:

For Thanksgiving, Moses and I traveled to San Francisco.  We had a grand ole time and the weather was gorgeous.

We even caused a minor traffic jam on a narrow winding road along the coast to get the following shots at sunset:

It was totally worth it.  As was the rather scenic bumper to bumper traffic on the car ride home.

Although I'm not entirely sure that Moses--who was driving--would agree...

And finally, here is the first (but certainly not last) Wilks-Kozak Christmas Tree:

A humble little spruce who I am determined will soon have a poinsettia sister (cousin?) and/or wreath brother soon.

'Tis the season!  More blogging to come soon.

1 comment:

  1. spreadsheets at Christmas?? please explain this more.