As you know, it’s my absolute favorite time of year. Well, almost. I’m not so keen on the winter weather, but the air is fresh with Christmas right now and it makes me so excited. I just proclaimed a week ago to Carla that I wish Christmas was five times a year. She scoffed at me. I told Kevin the same thing and he said, “No way, it wouldn’t be special then.” Maybe he’s right, but, the way I see it, as soon as one Christmas ends, I have to wait 364 days for it to come again, which is an awfully long time.

I have a countdown calendar. Right now, it says that there are 23 more days until Christmas. It is a very exciting thing indeed. (Even more exciting is that Kevin comes in 21 days!) Mariah Carey is singing on my speakers right now that all she wants for Christmas is me and I can’t help but bob my butt along with the bouncy tunes. It’s so festive. (the music, not my bobbing butt) My mood is not even dampered by the fact that I still have quite a bit of shopping to do. For now, I’m baking and singing and wishing my voice could hit that high G along with Mariah.

Twenty-three (or twenty-one) more days and counting…