Christmas time feels like tumbling and rolling on the ground under the Christmas tree. Jack has the best view of all of that fake, spiny monster of a tree.

Christmas time feels like butternut squash in all my recipes.

Christmas time  feels like homemade chocolate truffles.

Christmas time  feels like staying in your pajamas until 11am.

Christmas time feels like eating cuties oranges by the half dozen (Jack, in particular, loves them!)

Christmas time feels like knitted hats to keep our ears warm.

Christmas time feels like extra bath time snuggles because it’s a bit nippy out of that warm water.

Christmas time feels like finger painting on the window (in plastic bags, of course).

Christmas time feels like hugs and kisses and evening snuggles.