We went on a Christmas date last night – the walk under twinkling lights and drink a seasonal coffee drink way too late kind. I woke up to Frank Sinatra's Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas and our third Advent candle already lit this morning. David and I talked about packing suitcases for our visit home and brought our poinsettia back inside (it was getting droopy and just needed a little cold air). Apparently, we're still on that Christmas date. It's the most wonderful time of the year, indeed.
