It’s Christmas Eve in Texas and all is as it should be: The sisters are in the kitchen preparing for tomorrow’s feast, the young’ns (and old folks) are fast asleep, and I’m relaxing with the dogs as Christmas music plays in the background. I’m a sucker for the holidays. I love the food, the family, the lights, the music, the coldness, candlelight services, everything. I even have certain images associated with various Christmas songs. For instance, whenever I hear “The Christmas Song” I get a warm feeling and envision dancing with that special someone alone on Christmas Eve, the fireplace crackling in the background, the lights twinkling, the snow falling… I’m hopeless, I know.

Back to reality. The house is full, so this is the luxury suite that I will be occupying tonight (notice the bottle of wine on the dresser in case of emergency):

I’m not complaining. Those animal prints are badass. Not to mention the killer stuffed animal collection. I’ll sleep well tonight.

Merry Christmas y’all!