I love Christmas, and I am a sucker for tradition. I can't sleep on Christmas Eve. I still put cookies and milk out for santa. I make Nick get up early to open presents. When I have my own little family, I plan to continue these traditions and add new ones, just because I can and because they are so fun. Little traditions really create the fabled "Christmas spirit," for me at least. Today my dad asked me to put some gifts under the tree, including ones labeled "from Santa." I refused to bring the Santa ones down before midnight tonight. It's just not right. It ruins the magic.

"The Magic," is a term I apply to a lot of things, it is not holiday exclusive. There are many actions that can ruin the magic, and you have to always be on the lookout. Downloading movies instead of going to the theater is one of those things. Not making a wish and throwing a penny into the fountain at six flags is another. Those are the only examples I can think of right now, but I'm sure there are lots more.

In other news, tomorrow is my one week anniversary with jake. I know its ridiculous, but it just gets me thinking. It's strange to be starting all over with someone new, but it's fun and exciting too. The whole thing kind of snuck up on me, and I am interested to see how things will play out. The past month makes me feel like Scarlet O'Hara. It's all so Gone with the Wind.