Dear Christmas Season,

You’ve been banging on my door since Halloween.  That was a little excessive and, quite frankly, rude.  Halloween and Thanksgiving do not have the funding to stand a fair fight against Big Holiday Season.

But now?  Well, the husband and I did our traditional “alone time shopping” for the kids last night.  We reveled in the sales you bring with you.  We stocked up on indulgences that neither of our children need but that they will no doubt delight in Christmas morning.

And of course, thanks to you, I have a legitimate reason for this coming weekend’s Mall Of America Extravaganza Getaway.

So now?  Now I’m ready.  Even though my tree still isn’t up - and my brand new Christmas lights are still in the box rather than hanging from every inch of my roof line… I cannot fight your hypnotic call any longer.

Bring it on, Father Christmas.  Permission to enter in full swing and fine form:  Granted.

Sincerely,

Miss Britt

aka - The Judge and Jury of All Things, Holiday and Otherwise

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