i never thought it was such a bad little tree.

I have to say, it’s starting to feel pretty festive around here–Abbey’s Hannukah party was a potato-pancake filled delight, complete with apple turnovers and a Menorah lighting. I had never lit a Menorah before, you guys! Which was surprising, based on the number of Jewish boyfriends I have had in my twenty-four years, but somehow my timing was never quite right. 

And after talking about it for six years, last night we finally made it to the Holiday Pops, which was lovely in its way–a little fusty, maybe, but that’s the risk you run. We bookended the night with drinks at Top of the Hub and the end of the Moe Pope show at Church, then topped the whole thing off with some  takeout from Parish. Best part: bed by twelve-thirty. Hi, Christmas season. I am loving you this year.

Tonight: Charlie Brown,  Winter Warmers, and Italian mac and cheese.