My husband and I have been in New England all week, so on Wednesday we headed into Boston and explored Beacon Hill. I’m trying to find out how many different ways you can say obsessed in the English language. I don’t think there ever was a more quintessential city Christmas scene than Beacon Hill in December. I was humming silver bells under my breath.
Man, I love the holidays. Any excuse to wear red and spontaneously break out into song…
I always think the week before Christmas is the most fun of the whole year, don’t you? Everything is so festive and the closer we get to the day, the happier everyone is, the more you hear Christmas music everywhere you go-people humming carols under their breath absentmindedly, yummy treats from friends, wrapping up gifts, looking at lights, the smell of pine everywhere, it’s the greatest.
This week has been my busiest of the month by far. We are leaving earlier than we thought for Christmas vacation, and everything got pushed up by about a week, which means I’ve been running around like a madwoman nonstop since last Saturday. But really, with Christmas in just over a week and last day to ship deadlines rapidly approaching, what mother/woman/person isn’t in total crunch mode right now?