I'm ready for you. If it's going to be cold, you might as well come. Please oh please stick around for awhile next time?
Thank you for stringing my room with lights. I kinda sorta love it.
dear odd dreams about bad performances, plastic bag skirts, and muffins,
Uhm, you're odd.
I wasn't supposed to be one of those candle ladies like my mom. Okay, let's get this straight--I'm really not one of those crazy candle ladies like my mom. But still, I really like the way you smell when I burn you and when I extinguish you, especially when you are peppermint scented.
dear candy canes,
I adore you, just adore you. Why are you only around this time of year? You are so spectacular.
dear pine and little red berries,
We're best friends forever, right?
Talking to you about how I wanted to be an astronaut as a little girl brought back good memories. I love listening to you sing your heart out to the piano roll playing an oldie you've probably never heard of. Baking cookies and writing letters with you is fun. You're cute. I want to keep you.
dear m&m cookies,
Oh, you know I love you to pieces...but then I will eat all the said pieces.
When I randomly wrote the lyrics "dog days are over" on a sticky note, I was not expecting to find the reply "duh they're over" (spelled "daaaa their over") written next to it. Thanks for making my day.
dear future house,
If you just contain a deliciously large library, I will be happy. That's all I ask.
Well, my friend, you've done it again.
dear Christmas tree,
I was rather sad when I didn't get to be a part of putting you up, and I was also sad that my little sisters decorated you while I was gone. But I was happy that "cleaning the house" gave me an excuse to put up the remainder of the ornaments and re-situate ones that were about to fall off, thus redeeming my part in the process. You're pretty, and I like you.
|entering this in jess's photo challenge--because I love the lights of the season, and consequently, the bokeh ♥|
Please be careful--you break easily when I'm not paying attention. Also, I love how every single one of you is linked to a memory, and how we have the tradition of getting a new special one of you each year.
|entering this in kelsey's photo challenge--my favorite ornament for sure.|
dear Josh Groban,
Thank you for existing.
dear gee gullifers,
I'm pretty sure you're not even a legitimate expression. So why do I find you stuck in my head? I'm too embarrassed to use you in public, so I think I'll just stick with "gee" for now, thank you very much.
Believe it or not, I am indeed surviving your attempts to learn guitar.
You're all kinds of wonderful.
dear peppermint mocha,
I usually don't like peppermint and chocolate together, but you are like Christmas in a cup.
dear Christmas shopping,
Why are you always so difficult for me? I was not blessed with the love language of gift giving you see, so you must take it easy on me in the future.
dear people who compliment me on good hair days,
Aw shucks. You aren't too bad yourself.
Lighting you for the first time this year made me very, very happy. You are warm and cozy and extraordinarily close to my heart. I would also like to remind you that I am not in fact a pyromaniac.
dear Christmas break,
You're incredible. The end.