This weekend includes Christmas parties, festive brunches, last-minute shopping, holiday baking, and a partridge in a pear tree. I’m mostly excited to drink egg nog and wear my new “Dachshund Through The Snow” shirt. (It’s worth noting that literally none of these things have anything to do with the actual meaning of Christmas. Which really leads me to think that it should just be socially acceptable to drink egg nog and wear that shirt year-round. )
Sarah Crosland 