Christmas is everywhere. Even on our butts.

I frigging love Christmas. So does my whole family. Growing up, the season was filled with wonder, for reals, thanks to my mother's amazing creativity, my father's endless enthusiasm, and my (and my sisters') borderline psychotic desire to BELIEVE. In fact, I probably believed in Santa until I was 15. I simply refused to give… Continue reading Christmas is everywhere. Even on our butts.