Sheesh. Do I have a lot to do come tomorrow with all its tinseled-filled festivities. I'm beginning to understand what it must feel like to be that jolly, multi-tasking saint of a man in his big red suit as he puts piles upon piles of presents under all those different (but oh-so-lovely) trees.
I mean ... I've got to fill my ears with nothing but the angelic sounds of Florence + The Machine, consume my body weight in frosting by devouring these sweet treats (I pity all of you non-Utahns since you can't taste the utter goodness that is Mrs. Backers Bakery) as well as drink and down all beverages of the wassail, sparkling cider & caramel-y varieties all while wearing these in hopes of distracting with all things shiny long enough to steal a few kisses and squeezes from my littlies (it's a hard job, but this auntie's just gotta do it) and finally, last but not least (if I have any energy left, that is) I'll have to take just one teeny-tiny moment to look around and realize that I already have the best gift of all in just how lucky I am to love and be loved in return by those in the room with me. Phew.
Santa, baby, how do you do it?! *wink wink*
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