Fah-hoo Foraze.

I'm working on an article for a magazine with a spring theme, and since some photos of my house will accompany it, we've had to keep a lid on Christmas decorations until the shoot was over. No holiday lights, no snowglobes, not so much as a strand of tinsel.

I am the Grinch who stole Christmas.

Just as Whoville was about to openly revolt, the photographers came and went, bearing so much gear, our new neighbors were surely convinced we were making home movies in the style of Zac and Miri.

They hadn't gotten to the end of the driveway before I threw the door open, shoved our tree into the house, flung Patrick up into the attic to find the ornaments, and started running around stringing lights up.

It's on, baby. Welcome, Christmas. Bring your cheer.