Marvelous Christmas Balls, Santa Baby, and Really Mean Truckdrivers

Since every magazine on the planet suggests everyone gains massive amounts of weight during the holiday season, I assume it must be true. But for me, I don't gain weight this time of year, I gain weight during the Easter season. The reason for this is summed up in three words: Cadbury Mini Eggs. These are a candy for which there is no dignifying description, other than to say they are made from chocolate clouds, mixed by angels, breathed on by fairies, candy-shelled by unicorns, and packaged by rainbows. Easter is the only time I can get them. At least, until I noticed the benevolent gods of Candyland are now offering them at Christmas, in the form of green and red balls. This is BAD. Very bad. Yet so good. Have you ever tasted a chocolate cloud that was stirred by angels, breathed on by fairies, candy-shelled by unicorns, and packaged by rainbows? "If you never did, you should. These things are fun, and fun is good." (Dr. Seuss)

I love this time of year. It's been a long time since I felt the Christmas spirit, but now with Ewan being so excited and really getting into everything, I feel it again. I had to hush Bryce up griping in front of Ewan about spending money. I don't want him to sense ANYTHING negative about this season, and I'm really working hard to pump it into his head as much about the Saviour as it's already stuffed with Santa and toys. He is totally loving Christmas music, his favorite being the Nutcracker. And today in the car, his little voice piped up from the back of the car requesting, "Santa, Baby, please."

That wasn't long after one of the scariest moments of my life. We were on the ramp leading from 360 to 1-20 East, and had passed a large tractor trailer. The two lanes merge into one, and I was well ahead of said tractor trailer, when he started to speed up. I don't know if he was mad that I had passed him in the first place, but he wasn't kidding about not letting me get ahead of him. I couldn't believe he would do what he did, which was - literally - run me off the road. He got over in my lane going REALLY fast, and I ended up on the side of the road to avoid a major collision. It had me upset for hours. And his truck had NO identifying characteristics: no company name, no phone number, nothing. Just a plain white truck. The worst part for me is that at his angle, he could see my little boys in the backseat, and he didn't care if he hurt us or not. He wasn't going to let me get by with whatever it was he thought I'd done to wrong him. It just makes me sick that people are so apathetic, or downright mean, in this world. Bryce doesn't understand why I'm surprised. But I am. Things like that shock me every time.