Well well well here we are again at the holly season. It is Christmas eve and I am at the rents already starting to relax away from the city's hustle and bustle. my pressies are wrapped, tied and bowed--although they look as though they were wrapped by a 5 year old...they ARE wrapped. Tacky not lovely was the vings theme of the day. I whistled and dance partied while I worked and somewhere at some moment I got excited about this here season. It has been awhile since I was genuinely excited for Christmas. Somewhere along the years it lost its spark for me. I always try and pin point the exact reason but there is unfortunately a handful but this year they are not getting me down. They range from Santa to loss to earth shattering pain. Somehow this year I have bottled them up in a mason jar and put them to the side. They are there, I can feel them, but the joy and love in my heart are winning. Perhaps this year is one in a million or perhaps this season will be one I embrace forevermore, either way I am going to embrace and go with it and enjoy every itty bitty second. Merry Christmas, My friends! Go! Now! Eat, drink, Be merry and Be thankful.