I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Oh look!
My dream came true. Wait. This is no dream. This is my life. Seven months of the year this is my life! A dream would be a green Christmas ... which is about to happen! Because today, I Colleen (as opposed to aye carumba), am pulling out ye' old Christmas greenery finery and will resplenderate my house from the highest mountain to the lowest valley so that all of December shall be bathed in the glow of holiday joy. It is a very good time for this to happen because, quite frankly, Christmas doesn't always feel joyful and the simple work of twinkly lights will go a long way in my heart. I want it to feel joyful but I'm a saver not a spender, and it's hard for me to be generous and it's hard for me to receive, too because I'm picky and I don't have room for anything (p.s. I have room for jewellery). Christmas seems to reveal the heart, doesn't it? Greedy or stingy or fussy or lonely or needy or wanting or all of the above. It's good for me to see myself. And a baby giving up everything beautiful to show love. So I shall put up the greenery and hope the thaw makes it all the way to my insides!