Now that December has hit, I really must warn you, this space is going to be very festively focussed in the weeks to come. Because... I love Christmas. Love it. Love, love, love it. And that love has a tendency to spill over to every aspect of my life... so this blog is not likely to be spared.
My fellas aren't so much into the holidays, but they do put up mightily with all of my decking & halling. They let me bake dozens of cookies we really don't need (provided that at least some of them are made sans chocolate for the canine fella). They let me stock the fridge with, admittedly, the weirdest of all beverages (yes, I am a 'nogaholic), and they humour me and my love of Christmas music (as long as I avoid the glittery, obnoxiously peppy sort... that stuff is intolerable to many and my guys are no exception).
And what do I do for them? For them I vowed to save the holiday hoopla until a respectable 25 days until Christmas.... but now that it's December? Wish them luck.