Tis the night before Christmas, and as all good children should be, I’m tucked into bed (the guest room at my in-laws) sufficiently stuffed on Filet and Merlot, half-sick from chocolate and hearing about Jake and Taylor on E! News. Surely Santa knows where to find me.
And as J and I mildly discuss a post-New Year cleanse and watch Gwyneth’s trainer do butt moves only to be attempted by professionals, I find myself realizing how much I truly love this holiday season. It may have hit me later than usual, and it may have taken a new nephew, an engaged best friend, and a fabulous start to a Christmas visit with my hilarious father and mother-in-law, but I’m here.
And with that, I’ll attempt to fall into a sugar-induced slumber, rattling with excitement over the joy of watching our niece open up the boxes and boxes awaiting her in the morning.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a very, very good night.