MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!!! I hope this special day will be filled with nothing but family, friends, good food and most of all- LOVE and LAUGHTER!

At age six I wrote a letter to Santa Claus and left it on my front veranda just days before Christmas in hopes that he would deliver to me, what would be my new bestie; a lifesize barbie with long hair and beautiful clothes. The next morning I woke up to find the letter in the same place I had left it, unopened and presumably unread. I recall this to be my first heartbreak. Recently I shared this story with my boyfriend, he generally has the answers to everything and so provided, on Santa's behalf of course, that I didnt have a chimney so he couldnt get into my house. Reasonable. Whatever the case, since then I've had a love - hate relationship with Christmas, and can you blame me?

I'm not exactly sure what is but there is something about the holiday season that really makes me fuzzy inside. Maybe it's the cool breeze (the closest Jamaica gets to snow) or maybe I was brainwashed by all the "it's the most wonderful time of the year" hooblah. Either way, I am always a ball of mush during this time. I still however contend with the fact that Santa may or may not be real since my house still doesnt have a chimney, and therefore my wishlists are never quite honored as I'd like them to be.