Tis the season for spending too much money, and buying each other love. Tis the season for lying to kids, and allowing strange fat men into our homes. Tis the season of “giving” as if “giving” isn’t important any other time of year. Tis the season to be in a holly jolly daze.

Fa la la la la la la la BLAH.

Michaela Says,

I miss when Christmas seemed so much more magical, like anything was possible. I only wish it lasted all year round, not just for a day, or a season.

P.S. I think I’m falling into something I shouldn’t. But maybe this one’s different? Let’s see him prove me wrong. Or right.