Ain’t that the truth!?
(I know, I know. Ain’t is not a real word and I should be embarrassed about using it. I’m a a half a country girl and half a city girl and sometimes, the country half just demand to be heard.)
Usually, I’m the one who cries on Christmas. This is the month that I allow myself to get sentimental and everything. Seeing my presents. Getting my presents. Unwrapping my presents. Trying my presents on. Showing my presents off. Seriously, it touches my heart every time.