We had a small holiday party the first week of December. And there were plenty of holiday spirits shared – and shall we say, re-gifted the next morning.
It sounds stupid, but it makes me want to have another holiday party. It went well, our friends had a great time, but I had all of this stuff to hang up all around the living room that never got hung up. We had our tree up, and the place looked okay, but there’s a nagging itch to have more people over at various times this month to see our modest holiday decor.
What is the malfunction in my brain that makes me think I won’t be satisfied with my holidays until people compliment the bunting I made last year? Or until they appreciate the cookies we made? Seriously, dude. I don’t understand why I feel this way.