I’d tell you that I cannot believe Christmas is in nine days, but that would be a lie. I have been waiting and preparing for this holiday since last year on December 26th. It’s my most favorite day of the year. What, with food, family, presents, drinks? And not necessarily in that order. I will take it all. I’ll eat all of your food, drink all of your cocktails, and open all of your presents. Or just the ones that you bought for me. You did buy me presents right?

This year we will be spending Christmas break in Hollywood, Florida. A little contrast to last year in Mexico, but as long as it has 80+ degree weather, blue skies, sunshine, and picturesque beaches – it is right up my alley. Since we’ll be celebrating Christmas there, I ordered and shipped all packages to my parents house there. Well, sort of. My stepdad may have given me the wrong address, causing ALL packages to be sent to their next door neighbor. I am hoping and praying they all make it. I mean, I’m sure their neighbors want to keep the Jelly of the Month Club subscription. We’ll have to make sure they turn that over.

In the meantime, we’re just waiting. Waiting and celebrating St. Nick day. It’s a little-known holiday that I grew up celebrating in Wisconsin, and I’ve continued the tradition with my husband. On the night of December 5th, St. Nick comes to your house and fills your stockings. When I was a child, I’d wake up to markers, crayons, coloring books, candy, etc. As adults, it’s a little different.

On December 6th, Brendan woke up to a stocking filled with all kinds of treats. Lottery tickets, alcohol, beer coozies, and all his favorite snacks. On the other hand, I woke up to an empty stocking. I think St. Nick only had room in his sack for one of us.

Stocking Stuffer Ideas for Him

Mini bottles of his favorite alcohol

Boxes of his favorite candy

Funky socks

Beer Coozies

Keychains

Lottery Tickets

Granola Bars/Protein Bars

Gatorade Energy Chews / Energy Bars or Drinks

Nuts

Now that St. Nick has come and gone (and forgotten me), it’s on to Santa Claus. He’d never let a girl down. I’m hoping he doesn’t forget me this year (mom – pay real close attention here). I asked him for a private villa in Bora Bora next summer. I’ve been a real good girl.