I learned at an early age that christmas--my christmas--was the most magical day of the year. So much so that when I was 14 and my family decided to go to London for the holiday and forgo our waffel breakfast and manic wrapping paper shredding in our living room that I cried when I was offered a crumpet that christmas morning. For my birthday that year my best friends threw me a christmas in early march and wrapped dominos boxes and forced me to remove my new Betsey Johnson dress and slip into a L.L. Bean onsie for the entire afternoon. Needless to say, the fake cardboard tree and empty presents were far more thrilling than Big Ben. Six years later, christmas is still just as fantastic.
Happy holidays! xx