When I was a little girl, my mom took a ceramics class. I was thrilled when she made this for me:
A snowman mug . . . with a candy cane handle.
Oh, man. I remember that milk tasted so much BETTER out of this mug! (And hot chocolate with marshmallows? Oh, yeah. The BEST.)
Of course, my mom made one for my sister, too. And, being a wise, thinking-ahead kind of mother, she painted our initials in the candy cane handle, so we could make sure which mug belonged to which sister.
This year, I dug my mug out of the back of my cupboard. I stuck a bunch of candy canes in it -- and I put it on my desk. Right there - where I can see it every day. It reminds me of the excitement and magic I felt as a child at Christmastime.
We're in the countdown week now; the Big Day is almost here. I hope you all have a chance to slow down, take a deep breath, and remember the special-ness of the season. Cheers!