i have something to confess.
i like christmas. no, i mean i really like christmas. i put up a tree and burn clove candles and start humming "haul out the holly, doo doo doo doo..." willa eats the tree and drinks its water. yum. this year we're calling it yulemas; how very pagan.
i like buying the perfect presents. i like the bustle of busy restaurants, even if i now have to wait--i wasn't really doing anything anyway. i like christmas parties and fancy shoes. the holiday isn't exhausting because i've been resting all year.
and i've met a boy, one that makes it feel like every day is an opportunity. someone inspiring and lovely and very very good to me. his name is zach. you should meet him. i think you'd really like him.
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