Christmas, Christmas Time is Here

The time of year where you go over the river and through the woods, to a winter wonderland, to spend 3 hours traipsing through 5 feet of snow, fall every 2 feet, and at the end of the mission bring back a very Charlie Brown-ish weenie tree.

Because we love it, and that’s just what we do.

And we decorate the house, fill it full of poinsettias, hang the lights, make everything beautiful and let the masses in, and drink and be merry over and over again.

Because that’s what we do.

And you make stuff and cook stuff and sit next the tree at night and read.

Because the tree is only there with the sparkling wonderfulness for just a little bit.

And you make your dog wear a Santa hat

Because it’s hilarious.

And then the Christmas cards come.

And people stop by.

And I continue to bake and bake and bake.

And letters are sent to Santa

And concerts are watched.

And presents are bought

And presents are made.

And packages are wrapped.

And popcorn is strung.

And movies are watched.

And ugly sweaters are worn. And Santa hats and shades.

Because this is what we do. Because Christmas, Christmas time is here!