Christmas Break is like first falling in love.  You can’t possibly sustain all the wonderful feelings in everyday normal life, but it sure is fun for a time.  We have been overeating, overdrinking, oversleeping, overhiking, overtalking and overlaughing for over a week now.  I think I’m developing bed sores from sleeping in every morning and pruney skin syndrome from too many bubble baths. There’s a Danish word for cozy called “hygge” (pronounced hue-guh) that perfectly describes the essence of what I aspire to be at all times, and I think we’ve even outhygged ourselves. We’ve sung carols, lit our Advent wreathe, opened presents, looked at lights, watched movies, rented a cabin, sat by fires, mourned celebrities, read books, climbed a mountain, made cookies, ate cookies, opened cards, enjoyed St. Louis visitors and played with our new toys. Sunny received two large bones in her stocking and has spent the week burying them, digging them up, and burying them again, over and over, delaying her gratification for another time unlike the rest of us. If I never eat another chocolate morsel, salted carmel or toffee treat I will be happy.

Easy & uneventful January, like a wonderful old marriage, we are almost ready for you.