Christmas Eve Eve.
You know when you have a secret so juicy, it brings you such great joy and anxiety, that you can’t decided whether you’re glad to be privy to it, or angry that someone’s shared the burden of keeping with you?
That’s how I feel right now.
To be fair though, I’m not really angry at all. I’m just painfully excited. I haven’t felt this excited about Christmas since I was 6 years old, before I lost all reasonable doubt about the existence of Santa.
Oh yeah, the secret is that good.
Merry Holidays, everyone.
Truly Bad Writing 