You know all that motivation I had almost a week ago to lose weight, eat well, read everything, blog all the time, etc etc…?
(I say gone, I’m on Day 3 of eating well, it’s not actually going that badly).
I miss Christmas.
I’m one of those fiends who adores Christmas – I’ll start watching Elf in October, decorate the tree at the end of November, and gorge myself on pigs in blankets all year round (God, they’re good).
But I miss it.
I miss it so much.
I feel like I’ve had a break up with Christmas, and it’s all downhill from here.
Easter? Mini-eggs, hot cross buns, and copious chocolate? Yeah, it’s nice, but it’s not Christmas, is it?!
Halloween – well just ask the Mean Girls gang about what that really is.
It’s Christmas, isn’t it? Snow (no, it never snows where I am), turkey (nope, we have a goose…) and so much booze (ding ding ding we have a winner!)
I love Christmas. Come back. I miss you.