I feel it in my fingers.

I love the anticipation of Christmas. The way so many stores and malls get decorated. I love seeing the expression of happiness wash over children's faces as they see Santa in a mall. I love baking and decorating cookies. I love decorating the tree, watching TV with my only lights being those on the tree and Daisy curled up beneath it. I love when Dad puts up the house lights and my frantic race to get in bed by 1130 every night, knowing they'll automatically shut off at 12. I love to fall asleep with the soft glow of the the lights filling my room. I love Christmas eve and watching movies like Elf, Home Alone, It's a Wonderful Life. I love Christmas morning and the excitment of opening presents. The quiet calm that settles over the house afterwards as everyone naps. I love mass at Christmas. Two words: EGG NOG.

But for everything I love, I hate...
Shopping. Specifically for people I have no idea what to buy. So if you have the slightest thought I might buy you something, do me a favor. Let me know what you'd like. Give me ideas.
Crowded malls. Especially when the kids are not so happy, and they're screaming bloody murder instead.
Oh, wait. Did I mention I hated Christmas shopping??