It’s a Christmas miracle (of television programming)!

The turkey has been consumed.

The pie has been shared.

The belt has been unbuckled.

(Cue porn music. Oh wait. That’s my OTHER blog.)

And now, now friends, we are on the fast sprint to Christmas. That’s right. We are almost there.

The tree has been decorated by yours truly and her wee minion. (Although, seriously? Decorating a Christmas tree when it’s 75 degrees outside, after you went out to lunch and sat in the sun? A little weird. BUT AWESOME. Unlike today, where there is a threat of wintry mix? NOT AS AWESOME. Cue crazed southern rush on store for bread, milk and eggs. FRENCH TOAST PARTY IN GEORGIA!)

I am serious about the holidays. All the time. Seriously.

I have eggnog at home.

And now, now it is time to begin my FAVORITE holiday tradition. Family time? Good lord, no. Homemade gifts? I can’t understand pinterest to do that. Lots of drinking? Tempting, but no.

UGA tree, because UGA people have UGA trees which WIN WIN WIN no matter what

It. Is. Time. For. HOLIDAY MOVIES.

Yeeeeeeeessssss.

And I’m not talking about your Christmas Stories or your Rudolphs. Heeeeyull no, I am talking about the made-for-tv-flicks you find on Lifetime and Hallmark.

I. LOVE. THEM.

Like … The Christmas Card!

Or … All I Want for Christmas!

Or … A Grandpa for Christmas!

This is where I will be for the next month. Alone, on my couch, with the dog draped over me like a blanket, sniffling at the happy endings, wiping potato chip crumbs from my chest as I reach over to toss one more chewed-up toothpick into the floor, crying about how I most certainly will die alone and not get my Christmas boyfriend in my stocking.

THIS. is my holiday spirit.

I am so excited.

Now, to break out the footie pajamas.

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