My “Christmas spirit” was severely lacking earlier this month. Are you familiar with that old Faith Hill song “Where are you Christmas”, from How the Grinch Stole Christmas? I felt as if I was walking around with that playing on a constant loop.
This was weird for me.
I am actually someone who typically (annoyingly) belts out that song, and any other holiday tune that comes to mind to anyone who will listen to me. I start slowly pulling out my decorations in October; of which there are many. I keep running lists of the gifts I want to buy for people, all year long.
But this year, meh.
I am not sure what brought this about…maybe I was too focused on a couple of the long-term projects I’ve been working on. I tend to hone in like a laser (Eye on the prize, you know?) and am practically bursting at the seams to complete and share some things with you in 2017. Or perhaps, I was just too far in my own head. There is a part of me that felt very “How is it December, again“? This year flew.
What I do know for sure is that when I get into that space, the best thing I can do is to “go”. It can be anywhere really. There are plenty of country roads near my home that I can ramble down, trails to hike, or sweet small towns to visit. I’ve never shied away from booking a plane ticket either. I like to get lost, and simply put, it’s the best way for me to get back to myself.
In this case, I found the happy medium with a road trip to Woodstock, VT for Wassail Weekend. It was either an instance of extreme serendipity or of astute Facebook algorithms, but I was seeing mentions of this festival everywhere! All of the photos I clicked on looked like scenes straight from a Currier & Ives print, so I figured if there were any place I could find a bit of that Christmas magic, it would be there.
I was right.
I took approximately 987,654 photos for you, but in words, these are a few of the things that I loved about this beautiful celebration (and place):
The decorations! Not a corner of Woodstock was left untouched. Even the cars were decorated! Each home, shop, and restaurant in the very least had a wreath, and all were so unique and fitting to their locations. I loved that the Vermont Flannel Company for example, had potted trees outside their storefront with flannel bows tied to them. My favorite display, however, was the big sleigh, which was perched in front of a flower shop. The door to the shop was covered in lit garlands and twigs and dried flowers; so gorgeous.
I realize that I had a pretty limited scope, but I felt a true sense of community in this town. The people that I met seemed genuinely excited about the goings on, and were eager to share not only information about Woodstock, but to lend a helping hand in general. All of the businesses were extremely crowded by the end of Saturday, visitors were lost, and it was freezing cold outside to boot – but there was nary (from what I could see) a Scrooge in sight!
This is somewhat in keeping with the above, but I went into several restaurants while I was there, and each one had a chalkboard or visible menu that listed all of the local products and ingredients that the establishment was using, all the way down to the Farmhouse Pottery I was eating out of. We have a little bit of this in Upstate NY, but it would make my heart happy to see more of it. Coming from a family of small business owners, I know that this is how small businesses grow; through sharing and support, starting in their own communities. It’s such an awesome thing.