OK. I have moved into full-force Christmas mode. My room looks like Ms. Santa’s workshop: piles of gifts stuffed in shopping bags, slivers of wrapping paper on the floor, spools of ribbon on my dresser. I don’t know where the scissors are, but I’m sure they’re around here somewhere. They are the most popular office supply this time of year. Scotch tape is second.
The kitchen’s getting some action, too. I’ve already made one lemon cheesecake this week, and I’m making another next week. If I have time, I’d also like to make caramel-pecan brownies and ginger molasses cookies. I am only a good baker because I make the desserts that I love. I can’t imagine ever learning, for example, how to make fruitcake or pumpkin pie.
Tomorrow, my roommate Rima and I are finally picking up a Christmas tree, stringing lights and hanging ornaments. The stockings have looked so lonely on the mantel, so I’m excited to give them some company. I can’t wait to smell the fresh pine every time I enter the room. It makes the chill that greets me each night completely worth it.