You might not know this, but I look forward to Christmas as much as a six-year-old. I love the lights, the tree, the buying and wrapping of the gifts, the eggnog. Tinsel, angels, gingerbread, all that stuff gets my blood pumping. I've already taken Hazel to Target just so she could see the twinkly Christmas tree display (so far it's the only one up, except probably Wal-Mart, but you know I refuse to shop there). I have bought all the gifts I'm going to, I'm finishing up with knitting a few, and almost all of them are wrapped up and ready to ship out to the respective family homes. I just can't wait to put our tree up, and I'm thinking I'll bully Amos into doing that this weekend.