I tasted Christmas today. It smacked of subtle peppermint and cookie dough and was in the form of a star-shaped treat with a drizzle of pink frosting, compliments of Wendy's mom. It was tasty. And like a ground-hog seeing his shadow (umm, or not seeing the shadow, I can't exactly remember how that works) I can predict from that morsel of goodness that it is going to be a good Christmas season, a Christmassy Christmas season and I am going to make no apologies for what will be profound indulgence. Some Decembers in my life have come and gone with out consequence, being distinguished only by one morning in which my brother rips me out of bed at an ungodly hour to open some gifts. But not this year. My house is going to be lit up like a Vegas strip club, there will be holiday sweets and hot cocoa on hand at all times for visitors anndddd.... I may or may not invest in a holiday sweater. And not the tasteful kind, but the kind that look as though one of Santa's elves vomited on your chest — bows, trees, bells the whole works. Joy to the world.
4 comments:
YOU MUST GET A HOLIDAY SWEATER!!! AND THEN SEND THE PICTURE TO ME!!! OF YOU IN THE HOLIDAY SWEATER!!! ONLY THE HOLIDAY SWEATER!!!
I can probably hook you up with my mom to make you a great sweater. She used to make me one every year.
I really, really, really, really, really, really need to be around you right now, you in your holiday spirit, you in your holiday sweater. I can't believe I am missing the holiday cheer, the cocoa, the lights at Casa de Jacelle. Not fair.
My company has the party on a work day so they can make it mandatory that you be there in order to receive your bonus :) It's a fun event and we get paid to drink and be merry.
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