Seriously?

It's December 24th and I don't think there is a single ounce of Christmas spirit flowing through my veins. I'm really trying because I want this to be a really special year for D & M. It's our first Christmas without D's mom and it's also one of the first year that M is starting to get the whole idea of Santa, presents & all that good commercialism that comes with the holidays.

Things are just... I don't know... blah. I'm tired, cranky and just not into it. Perfect timing, PMS, perfect timing. Just abso-fucking-lutely perfect.

The house is filling with the sweet cinnamon-y smell of granola with almonds & pecans and later on, we'll be dragging bread & steak through cheesy fondue. Wine will be flowing and we'll go to bed with our bellies full only to wake up to presents, French toast & bacon and later, the best Christmas meal you'll ever have (thanks Mum!). Until then, I'll paste a smile on my face and stuff myself silly with delicious food & wine.

Oh and this song will be running on repeat in my head...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-58-36lSqG4

Merry Christmas Eve!