If I were queen of the universe, Christmas would never end. Not because of the weather, because everyone knows there are no winter wonderlands in this sunny state of palm trees. Not because of Santa, because I guess I'm an adult now...I guess...and adults know that Kris Kringle's not real. Not because of the eggnog, even though I love it. There is one reason and it's something I like to call 'Christmas Morning.' If you could bottle it up and sell it on shelves in a jar, it would be a feeling so great and exciting that you feel like a kid all over again. It'd be magic, make-believe, dreams of sugar plum fairies dancing in your head, the smell of pine, and the warmth of the fire captured in a bottle, tied up with a bow, and sealed off with a cute label that reads 'Christmas Morning.' It's the feeling you get when something's so good to your soul, you can't describe it any other way...it's 'Christmas Morning.' It's the way a first kiss feels, the electricity two strangers make when they finally lock eyes, or the way a puppy melts your heart. Jars of 'Christmas Morning' for sale. Come and get yours.
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Just another thing I need to learn how to see for, burlap christmas stocking with ruffles... love
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