It comes in the form of eggnog.
RUM and eggnog.
Thursday at work was extremely uneventful, and I may or may not have arrived very late and departed very early. Maybe.
Friday was even better. I got to the office in time for the children's pancake breakfast with my adorable twin-mom friend, LB. I toured around showing off her babies as if they were my own, and then we ate pancakes. Well, LB and I ate pancakes. The babies drank some milk. Actually, it could've been eggnog.
When I finally got to my desk, a coworker came into my cubical:
"Ok! Let's go!"
"Let's go?! I just got here! I'm LOGGING INTO MY EMAIL RIGHT NOW. It's five minutes to 12, for godsake."
"K. I'll give you five minutes."
And so we left. I did send one work-related email, so at least there's that.
After I battled the Christmas Eve downtown traffic (I don't want to talk about it), Hubby and I went hopping about town shopping and eating and doing all things Christmassy.
And then it happened. My Holiday Spirit finally made itself officially known. Via eggnog. And RUM.
We watched the Griswolds and drank rum.
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Yesterday we wrapped gifts and then opened them almost immediately afterward. I even got a kickass new iPod! We ate duck breasts for dinner and then drank more rum, and then Tuxedo ran away with a duck breast and left dirty little paw prints across my floor.
As for today, the snow started last night and has been falling at a slow and steady pace ever since. Even though all the weather experts said it'd be a green Christmas. But they were wrong, weren't they? Because CANADA NEVER FAILS. Want snow? You got it, Canada says.
The fam comes tomorrow, which of course we're looking forward to. I just hope I don't run out of rum.
Happy holidays y'all. If I can find my Spirit, we know it's not all lost.