Here's the real sad Christmas truth:

It's 7:17am and I've been up for almost exactly one hour. I want to run into the bedroom, jump onto the bed and shout "It's Christmas! It's Christmas! Santa came!" but I don't think sleeping boyfriend would like it. I hope this abolishes any thoughts of my dark Christmas spirit.

We had a very nice Christmas Eve. I spent $9.99 on a CD from iTunes just so I could buy Kelly Clarkson's O Holy Night. We made candy (buckeyes --apparently a midwestern thing because I'd never heard of them. I made one shaped like a penguin and named him Quigly the Peanut Butter Christmas Penguin). We also made an apple pie and a cherry pie. Then we watched The Phantom of the Opera (at my urging), Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events (at J's urging), and Spanglish.

And now it's 7:25 and not really much later than it was when I sat down here. I don't think I've had this much excitement about Christmas since I was a kid. This is our very first Christmas together and I hope that we have many more just like this one. It really has been perfect.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and have a very nice day!