Dogs, Christmas trees and scary movies
Could 2023 be the year I finally get my very own hallmark Christmas movie?
He is going to come visit me this weekend, since I can’t drive. And we are going to watch a scary movie together. So I’m already pretty excited about this.
But then tonight we were talking about Christmas trees and I mentioned how the boys and I cut down our own tree a few years ago and how fun it was.
And you know what he said? He said “I will go and cut down a tree with you.”
!!!!
I know. I KNOW. This is the dream of every sad, single, lonely middle-aged woman who (unabashedly) watches and loves hallmark Christmas movies. Going into the snowy mountains and cutting down a Christmas tree with the boy she likes. I’m getting a little dizzy just thinking about it.
It’ll be fun and romantic walking around trying to find the perfect tree, throwing snowballs at each other, the dogs romping through the snow. Then we will find the perfect tree and he will cut it down. We will be tired and cold and full of joy as we drive back into town and to his house. He will set up the tree while I make hot cocoa, and then we will listen to Christmas music while we decorate the tree together. it’ll be so cute, as we dance around acting silly, laughing as I wrap shiny garland around his neck and he sprinkles fake snow and glitter in my hair. There will be a small moment where we both reach for the same ornament and our hands briefly touch. Neither of us will say anything but we will exchange a quiet look as he lets me take the ornament. Then we will do the countdown five four three two one and turn the tree lights on. It will be warm and glowing and I’ll be staring at the tree and say “oh it’s so beautiful” and he will whisper “yes it is” but he won’t be looking at the tree when he says that, HE WILL BE LOOKING AT ME. and then we will both lean in and almost kiss but the dogs will suddenly interrupt us and we will laugh and laugh. then I will say “thanks for a lovely day, I should be going home” and he will say it was the best day he’s had in a long time. it will all be so magical and my feet won’t even touch the ground, I’ll just float down his walkway to my car. Then I will die from pure happiness.
I overdid it yesterday and spent much of my day feeling sore and super tired. I really need to calm down and just let my body heal. I go back to work Monday. I can’t believe my week off is over. Time is a cruel bitch.