Finding the True Spirit

Just when I'm getting reeeeeeeeeeally fed up with the customers, I answer one's question. She then goes, "Are you having a good evening?" and I answer with sincerity, "Yes ma'am, and thank you for asking." Cause I do get excited when they ask me instead. But then, "Thank you for your service." All I can be is, "Awwwwwwwwww!"

One of the things I hate about the holidays is that I can rarely eat the treats everyone brings, because I may not be sure how they were prepared or the ingredients aren't listed. But I have one coworker who has several times brought in cookies that she made and told me exactly what was in them so I'd know they were safe. That just means so much, since I hate getting sick too.

The look on the face of my favorite little boy when I played my snowman-snowdog set that barks Jingle Bells for him. He was just entranced. He may not know what this Christmas is, but he knows he's loved.

"Are you seriously wearing a ribbon for a belt?" "I'm getting a new one for Christmas, okay?" All right, so maybe that isn't exactly finding the spirit....

"Look, Lauren. It's Santa." "Santa Claus is in our store?" "Santa is in our midst. Look, Melissa- Santa!"

My good friend who just got engaged. He proposed to her on Christmas Eve morning. I mean, how romantic is that?

Christmas invariably comes with some headaches for me. But there's so much more- the camaraderie, the making others happy, Christmas hugs- you can't help but feel the magic. So even though all I really want are clean clothes and some sleep, I'm almost sorry to see it end. Merry Christmas, y'all.