I have some really pretty, timeless ornaments on my Christmas tree: like the silver bells for each year that my husband and I have been married, the laser-cut wooden ornament my husband and I bought on our trip to Munich a few years ago, and the tiny silver cup my mother gave me that says "Baby's First Christmas."
But the ornaments that are always dearest to my heart are the little oddballs, like these guys:
This is, naturally, a little crocheted pieróg with eyes and a tiny smile. Could anything be cuter? I love it because I'm Polish, I love pierogi and my family eats them every year at Christmas dinner. Plus, last year I received it in the mail before I knew who sent it to me (my dear friend Paula) so opening it was a delightful mystery.
After all the Christmas posts this week, I know you expected me to interview a snowperson (why always a man? Or a woman? Snow gender need not be so definitive!) but instead today I’m chatting with someone who will (I hope) not melt away. Cheerful spirits are a key part of the holiday season, so today I’m interviewing the author of the upcoming memoir
Christmas is the most romantic holiday.
Tis the season to see disheveled-looking people in office attire stumbling down the sidewalk at 8 p.m. on a weeknight. That’s right. It’s work holiday party time, where, for some reason, grown adults get more wrecked than at any other type of function. Weddings, New Years Eve, bachelor parties: none of these hold a candle when it comes to the holiday party and people obliterating themselves.

