Well folks, it’s officially that time of year. No sooner had the Thanksgiving turkey been basted and the tryptophan haze lifted than my panic set in for Christmas. I realize it’s supposed to be a magical time of year, but we all know the truth: It’s a time full of stress and lists and (if we’re lucky) copious amounts of mulled wine.
I absolutely love the holiday season – it seems that everything takes on a festive glow and the twinkle lights strewn around make everything a bit more magical. I love the Christmas music playing everywhere (which I am also known to play in July if I’m having a really bad day. You just can’t be sad listening to Christmas music). I love the Christmas parties, the smell of pine needles, and the anticipation of that special someone opening that very perfect gift.