The holiday mood, that is. (Oh, I know what you were thinking . . . maybe I’m in the mood for that, too. You never know . . .)
I am currently watching the Hallmark Channel, which has already starting running their Christmas movies in marathons on the weekends. The movies tend to provide cuteness overload and be a bit sappy and schmaltzy, but what can I say–I am in a sappy, schmaltzy mood.
In a festive mood.
I want to don a Santa hat and my red high-top Reeboks with the green glitter shoelaces and jingle bells (yes, I do own a pair) and go Christmas caroling.
Look up my mama’s recipe for fruitcake cookies so I can make the house smell deliciously spicy. Watch my favorite version of “A Christmas Carol” with the amazing Alistair Sim as Scrooge.
For an unemployed lady with a busted toe and a house that needs serious attention, I am in a positively euphoric mood. And I attribute a lot of this to a certain vertically challenged hairy dude and to the man who brought him to life. I am looking so forward to the holidays this year, and to the Christmas present that will arrive in mid-December . . .
I guess you could say that—