Dear Tinsel Post Readers,
Well… we did it.
We survived another Christmas in July without burning down the Gingerbread Pavilion (though not for lack of trying—looking at you, Marshmallow S’moresapalooza). The final glitter confetti has been swept up (mostly), the poolside sleigh races have been suspended (again), and I finally found my missing flip-flop (inside the snow cannon—don’t ask).
July has always been the one month we let ourselves go a little wild up here at the North Pole. We bend the rules, break tradition, and sometimes accidentally rewire the twinkle lights to blast “Jingle Bell Rock” in reverse at 3 a.m. But that’s the charm of it, isn’t it?
There’s something beautiful about seeing snow elves in sunglasses, sipping iced cocoa while debating the aerodynamic properties of a tinsel boogie board. There’s something absurdly perfect about the Reindeer Luau, where Dancer always—always—wins the limbo contest by doing the splits mid-air.
But more than that, there’s a magic to this little pause in our year. A time to laugh louder, dance badly, nap on candy-striped towels, and remember why we do this whole Christmas thing in the first place: joy.
So as we pack up the pool floaties and trade flip-flops back for fuzzy boots, let’s carry a little of this summer sparkle into the months ahead. The countdown to the Big Day is ticking, and the toymakers are stretching, the sled polishers are prepping, and yes—Santa is already trying on his fall flannels.
Until next July, summer sleigh bells. You were ridiculous, fabulous, and delightfully sticky.
With sun-kissed cheer,
Jingle P. Peppermint
Editor-in-Chief
The Tinsel Post
P.S. If anyone finds my sunglasses, check inside the cocoa machine. Again, don’t ask.
