You'll shoot your eye out, kid.

It's probably a little ridiculous how excited I get for 24 hours of A Christmas Story. It excites me more than gifts on Christmas day & nutella bread pudding. No, I'm not serious. Okay, maybe just little.

Anyway, it smells like Christmas in our house. Pot Roast going in the oven (in my NEW dutch oven! thanks Mr G), along with an amazing loaf of sausage bread, nutella bread pudding in the crock pot, peppermint ice cream in the freezer. There's tons more food, but I won't get into the messy, yummy details (just remember we're I-talian).

Layla is busy with her new toys & rocking out to Let's Rock Elmo, or whatever his name is. It's a chilly unbelievably warm 80* day outside and we're in the house with the a/c kicked on in shorts and t-shirts. No big deal. Just a typical SoFla Christmas.

So, as another episode of A Christmas Story starts, I sit on the couch and remember WHY we celebrate Christmas in the first place: as an excuse to eat nutella break pudding. :o)

Happy birthday, Jesus!