The holidays are my favorite time of the year.  I know that is a sentiment held by so many but for me it is something that defines me. 

    I have always loved Christmas.  Every year my children are in their words “tortured” by the constant Christmas music.  I don’t start listening to it until about September so I’m not quite sure what all the hullabaloo is about.  My very favorite is Pachelbell Canon.  I have made my children promise that at least one of them will walk down the isle to it. 

     The smells of Christmas are sweet and spicy.  I can’t wait to put out the cinnamon pine cones and light all my yummy smelling candles.  Baking just seems to be all the more homey.  Having the children there stirring, patting, and measuring is the highlight of my day. 

     I am such a sucker for decorating, too.  One year I put up all the decorations in October because we had precious cargo arriving in November that year, my third daughter.  The house just seemed so inviting and warm that year when we came home from the hospital with our little bundle of Thanksgiving joy.

     Our Christmas Eve gathering at my uncle’s house is the highlight of the holiday.  He does the whole santa dress up thing for the kids.  We teach the children that santa isn’t real but it’s still so much fun to see my uncle come walking out in his costume.  He is a funny guy all the year though so this makes for lots of side splitting laughter.  He usually makes a few grown-ups sit on his lap which is just hilarious. 

      I only have a month and a half to post about my favorite time of the year so I figured I’d better get started today.

     Now where did I put those twinkle lights….