It's the most wonderful time of the year. Just like the Grinch, my heart seems to grow three sizes. Just like Elf, my maturity level seems to morph into that of a seven-year-old who believes that the best way to spread Christmas cheer is singing loud (and off key) for all to hear. I like to engulf myself in the season and I recently noticed that these 8 things always happen every Christmas.

1. I have to watch all of the Christmas movies.
Standards and can't miss every year are: Home Alone, Elf, It's A Wonderful Life
(also one of my favorites of all time), The Santa Clause, Scrooge
(musical and best version), Miracle on 34th Street, Babes in Toyland
(this version or nothing),and Love Actually. I will tear up for each one for varying reasons. Mainly because I'm so happy.

2. Decorate the house.
I might complain at first, but I love decorating for Christmas. It's the one time of the year I feel like my house actually looks half-way decent. After it's done, I'll stand and look at the tree and squint my eyes to watch the colors run together. I will tear up, again, so happy.

3. Light Looking
Question: “What should we do tonight?” Answer: Let's go light looking! I could look at lights every single night if time permitted. I turn on the radio to listen to the Christmas station and good ol' Delilah. We'll drive slowly through the neighborhood or even walk through a lit up park. I'll probably tear up when “Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire” by Nat King Cole is played.

vitruvian park christmas lights addison

4. Flournoy Family Christmas Party
Every year, since before I was born, since before my parents were even together, there was a family Christmas party on Christmas eve in each of their respective homes. (Side note, my parents lived 3 blocks away from each other and have one of my favorite love stories ever). They carried on the tradition of the Christmas party, but moved it to the weekend before because I worried that Santa might skip over our house since there were so many people inside. Each year, anywhere from100-200 people come. I most definitely tear up after a few glasses of my spiced hard cider and see all of the people I love in one room.

5. Last minute shopping is inevitable.
I am the worst Christmas shopper ever. I'm a good gift giver, mind you. But I wait until the week before Christmas where finding a parking spot in the mall feels a bit like the Hunger Games. I'll tear up from the sheer stress of it all.

6. I'll take any excuse to wear my “ugly” Christmas sweater.
In college (sophomore year I think) my friend hosted an ugly Christmas sweater party.We went to good will and each bought a sweater for $2.50, then went to Michael's and bought decorations for it. We hot glued, sewed, and glitterized our sweaters. I still think ours are the best. I'll tear up remembering how skinny I was in college.

7. I'll look at old Christmas family pictures.
The tears will be in full force now.

Taylor Swift ain't got nothin' on me.

8. I will eat all of the Christmas treats.
Is it shaped like Santa? Does it have the word spiced in it? Is it made our of peppermint? Whatever, it's the holidays. My diet can start January 1st. I'll probably tear up from the sugar rush.

Peppermint Bar recipe found here.

One thing's for sure, I'll probably tear up. But I'm only crying because I'm just so gosh darn happy. Merry Christmas y'all.