Doing It For The Sweet Baby Jesus

Don’t judge me on it, but I freaking loooove christmas. I’m not one of those people who wear the flashing “HAPPY HOLIDAYS!” sweaters (…in public), but I am one of those people who take full advantage of having a free pass to buy presents. The minute my fork hit the plate after thanksgiving dinner, my debit card began inching its way out of my wallet despite the S.O.S. being transmitted from my weeping bank account.

The most rock-solid purchase of the weekend had nothing to do with buying awesomeness for others, but instead it came in the form of two unmatched socks. Lookie:

How sweet are those? They immediately reminded me of christmases at our cabin in colorado where many a happy memory (complete with magic fairy dust in the wake of a snowmobile) were made.

So in the spirit of kicking off the holiday season the way god intended, I invite you to meet me for a drink where we will link arms and (drunkenly) sing christmas carols. I’ll even wear those fancy socks up there.

Happy (it’s way too early to be saying this, I’m so sorry) Holidays my favorites!