Everyone seems to think I'm the Christmas fanatic in this family, always pushing the season and wanting to start decorating way too early. Maybe that used to be true a long time ago. But not anymore. Somewhere along the way, Hubby and I traded places. He only pretends to be Mr. Macho Bah-Humbug, when in truth he starts his shopping by summertime at the latest, has at least two grocery-bags-worth of goodies to go in every stocking, and actually enjoys watching Hallmark Christmas movies with me. But we won't tell anyone his little secret, will we? Let him keep up the charade. Needless to say, it wasn't me who came wagging this home last week!
