It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas

It's December and there's no hiding the fact that Christmas is just around the corner. Christmas lights are up on every block, eggnog is now available for consumption, you will undoubtedly hear at least one Christmas song everyday from here until the 25th.

As J and I drove to work earlier this week, listening to the station that has switched to playing Christmas music 24/7, we commented how it just doesn't seem right to be hanging lights, listening to the music or thinking about shopping and holiday parties unless there's snow on the ground. It has been unusually warm for most of the winter. Until this week, we should have just kept our mouths shut. Now there's snow, and coldness, lost of coldness. It almost got warm enough to melt the remainder of the snow from my car, but then it just got cold again, so my car is still streaked with ice and snow. The streets in the neighborhood are still spotty with ice and crusty snow.

Spotty, crusty streets do not mix well with the high-heeled foot apparel needed to attend Christmas parties. J, brother-in-law P, A, P and I attended a Christmas party this weekend. Good times were had drinking eggnog (by A and me), port (by P), Manhattans (by bro-in-law), vodka tonics (J and Me) and some horribly toxic liquor called Drambuie (by A, with recommendation from the host). Okay, so the party wasn't all about drinking. There were great appetizers, including chocolate covered grapes (delicious), the pre-requisite Christmas music and general party conversation, which ranged from explanations of how we knew the people at the party to discussing the excitement over a fellow coworker's engagement, and continually admiring the gorgeous ring. Okay that was just the girls, we like sparkly things...

You know it's Christmas time when, despite the cold, ice and snow, you still throw on a party dress, strappy high heels and head out into the night, walking gingerly and shivering just hoping you make it to the party before you fall and break your ankle or contract eternal goosebumps.

Happy Holidays, folks!