Dear Christmas,

Dear Christmas,

I am in love with you. If you were a person I would marry you-Kate would fight me over this, but I'd win because I'm a scrappier fighter, holla! Our life together would be filled with so much goodness: presents, delicious food, the cabin, gingerbread house contests, Christmas with the cousins at Paradise Bakery, service, snow (okay this would get old), sledding, tubing, cross country skiing, sleeping in, Texas Roadhouse, movies, scrapbooking, 1 hour of church the Sunday before Christmas (whoever thought of that was genius), Jazz games, Christmas carols, and spending time with the people I care about most (although some could not make an appearance).

I could go on and on.

Lovingly yours, Becca

Although I'm currently going through a Christmas withdrawal, I'm so grateful that Christmas continues to come every year and never disappoints.

Here's a picture re-cap:

The following picture happens when you are the only two siblings home for Christmas. One night we stayed up late trying different ways to carry each other around. Seriously? Ya seriously.

Two ladies and no baby
The Mimi on Christmas Eve
Rrrosa freaking loves ChristmasThe Food Network would be so proud

Ruby hammering
Kate trying out my new camera

Christmas

Rubes dancing the night awayScott looking very festive

HenryChristmas in Paradise with the cousinsCassie-hot to trot. Kate looks like the happiest girl aliveI heart WillCross Country skiing

Tetons from the cabinHenry and PoshRuby and I created the diversity gingerbread house.She's bringing pregnant backMoose

This Month is NOT Such a Special Month...

And neither are the next two really. I'll be honest, when Christmas is over, I get a little depressed. Not the I-want-to-go-in-my-room-and-never-come-out kind of depressed. But the man-this-weather-sucks depressed. Or the where-did-my-Christmas-break-go? depressed. Or why-do-I-live-in-such-a-freezing-tundra? depressed. Or I'm-still-in-school? depressed. Or where-is-my-boyfriend? depressed. And do you want to know what's the most depressing thing of all? That we still have another 3 months of this nonsense. 

January is lame. February is even lamer. And March! Don't even get me started on March. Sheesh! If I could I'd stay in my bed for the entire month of March. Every year. All month. In. My. Bed. 

Although I should be looking on the bright side this year. March won't be so bad, at least not for a day or two. I will be getting a new nephew during that dreadful month. Which equals most likely missing school, which equals me smiling more and scowling less. Plus, I'll have a new baby nephew to mold into someone awesome(Becca isn't the only mind-molder). But seriously, January is 31 frigid days. February is 28, but throw Valentine's Day in there and the fact that you don't have a boyfriend, makes this month even worse than January. Then March comes and people are like, it's not so bad, there's St. Patrick's day and maybe a Spring Break and a new baby... What good does St. Patrick's day do for me? It's some weird Irish holiday that's not important enough to get work or school off. Also, if I'm not wearing a lousy piece of green something on my person then I get pinched by people who think they're being clever and funny. We're adults now people! Stop pinching me. In fact, I've made it a point NOT to wear green on St. Patrick's day just to show that I'm not supporting it. And then there's my Spring Break. Okay, that's nice, a break from school. But in recent years it has dwindled down to a measly 2 DAYS! It used to be a WEEK!!! I don't know how that happened. I think the evil dictators of the school board set up a plan to slowly start removing days from our spring break in an attempt to make it so we wouldn't really notice, but they haven't fooled me! I miss my week long spring break. And on top of that, what's with it being in March? March isn't Spring! It's the dead of winter! What am I going to do in the dead of winter on my "Spring Break"? Yeah, great, maybe I'll go lay out and try to get a tan while sporting boots, ski gloves and a hat. SPRING BREAK '09!!!!!!!!

But then April comes, and it's still not real warm, but you can tell that winter is thinking about going away finally. And then the light at the end of the tunnel continues to become brighter and brighter with each passing day. The end of the semester is nearing and summer is closing in. Ahh joyous, beautiful, lovely, flower-filled May! AND my Golden 22 Birfday. 

I guess I'll just keep my mind on the glorious month of May and hope that I can survive the next three dreary, gray, white-skinned months which lie ahead.