Forgive the lack of blogging around here lately. If you're a retailer, or a moonlighter, or a newlywed, you'll understand.
I'm working on Christmas Eve at the bookstore this year for the first time ever. Somehow, in seven years of working in bookstores in New York, I've always managed to get out of it, because I was flying cross-country to see family. This year it's the ALP and I in the city, so I'm on Christmas Eve shift.
I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to it.
Yesterday was nearly eight hours at the cash register, interspersed with running briskly with piles of books to restock in sections and tables. In the last hour and a half I started to droop a bit, but for the most part it was so fun. I've gotten some teasing for my incessant cheeriness, and for being the most "Christmassy" person anyone knows.
Apparently I'm a Christmas nerd as well as a book nerd.
I love looking forward to things. It's part of being an optimist. So Advent, the season of expectation, is my favorite. I'm looking forward to everything:
Today, Christmas shopping and a visit to old friends at Three Lives.
A few more days of chaotic, frenzied, joyful bookselling at McNally Robinson.
Sunday afternoon, talking with my mom and sisters in California, who will be celebrating their Christmas.
Christmas Eve, where we close the bookstore early when J.T. starts wandering the sales floor with a bottle of beer, to subtly give customers the idea that the holiday is beginning.
Christmas Eve service at our little Brooklyn church.
Christmas morning, and Christmas day with my adorable new husband.
Christmas night, joining friends in Harlem for a grown-up Christmas party.
And then a week of sweet nothing -- my first vacation since the wedding. Reading. Seeing movies (many made from books). Maybe even blogging.
What's not to love?
What are you looking forward to this holiday?
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