This time of year makes me all warm and (whatever is between my “usual prickly self” and “not quite fuzzy”).   It warms my cold black heart.

I just happen to love the Holidays.  Not because I feel the need to put Christ back in Christmas or because I just happen to love pumpkin pie more than I love most humans.  No.  Because I love knowing that for a least a short time each year, people are a little nicer, a little kinder, a little warmer. I love the traditions, the movies, the music, the visiting friends and family, the yummy food, and the cheesy décor.  I love the smell of snow and fresh pine. I love the feeling of wrapping the perfect gift and the looks on their face when they open it.  I love falling asleep on the couch by the light of the tree.

You may not share my enthusiasm, but I am ready for this holiday season.  I embrace it.  So bring on Santa, Rudolf, Heat/Snow Misers, Clark, Cousin Eddie, George Bailey, Ralphie, Frank Cross, Bing Crosby and Danny Fucking Kaye.

So This Is Christmas.