I love Christmas time. The colored lights. (Not the white ones as much.) The fact that I can now openly listen to my favorite Cori Connors Christmas CD when my husband is home. (He thinks Christmas music should not start until December. Bah.) Making those labor-intensive candy-cane cookies that break so easily you have to eat more than you give away. (At least they do when I make them. Hmm.) Scrambling to finish my novel before the Delacorte first-YA-novel contest deadline.
If I miss the Delacorte deadline, I’m just saying right now it’s the candy-cane cookies’ fault. That’s one time-consuming tradition I’m not giving up.