Santa Claus Is Not Coming To Town

Old Town Square, Praha, Česká Republika

Sorry kids. Hope I didn't dash your dreams.
My present didn't come wrapped. He came through a door on a cold winter morning. His eyes were exceedingly sad and chocolate brown. The kind you could drown in. He swiftly crossed the room and kissed me. I wrapped him in my arms and he rested his head on my shoulder as though he knew he was home.
His name is...Luca. I bet I got you on that one! Maybe not though...
Anyway, not expecting many presents tomorrow because Luca has become, as my mom says, "a thousand dollar dog." (vet, necessities, etc)

I'm still holding out for the best gift (besides Luca). It won't come in a package tomorrow. It won't come in a package at all. Got my hopes up and fingers crossed. You know me (if you know me, that is), I always have my hopes up. I'm happy to say, I haven't been disappointed yet, but there is always more.

Christmas has come so fast this year. I haven't played many Christmas songs recently, which is unusual for me. Honestly, I've been so busy with Luca, I can't keep up with what day it is. Kind of lacking that extra special warm and fuzzy feeling this time of year usually brings. I feel luke warm. Maybe because I'm so tired? As a result the romantic aspect of the holiday season hasn't really hit me. That's probably a good thing. I'm not seeing couples everywhere and hoping they slip on ice. Just kidding. I would never think anything like that...maybe...("You'll never know...")

I'll save that negativity for Valentines Day. I hate that day. I hide and pretend it doesn't exist.

Speaking of couples during the holiday, I only thought of them today because I watched the Christmas tree lighting ceremony (a rerun obviously). At the end there was a sing-a-long to Walking In A Winter Wonderland. The camera stopped on a couple. The woman was singing enthusiastically and the guy was kind of bobbing along, but looked to embarrassed to sing. The woman turned to look at him and they both burst into laughter. It was the cutest thing.

Last order of the night: New Years. I'm pretty damn excited. Honestly I don't care if there are 8 of us or lot more. The important thing is that I get to be with all of my favorite people (hopefully all of them), look pretty (not that I don't most of the time), dance and laugh. I love planning parties, decorating and baking etc. Then I get to enjoy the evening and watch the ball drop in Time Square and maybe...