Thanksgiving ends? :P
Ok, seriously: The day after Thanksgiving, still bleary eyed from Black Friday shopping and reveling in my "spoils of war" as Jeremy calls it, the tree is lit, the first batch of cocoa is on the stove, and my song: Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)--the 1963 version by Darlene Love is cranked. (It is only ok if U2 covers it, otherwise, it just has to be her). I guess at THAT moment, right as I start to dance with Jeremy to my song, glancing over his shoulder and seeing my oldest son peeking over with a smile...that's when Christmas season has officially begun to me.