let's hear those sleigh bells jingling

awake for hours last night, keeping my brain company. a running dialogue of emails i intend to write, outlines i want to flesh out, new search terms for additional resources, planning a new year's card to print on the letterpress, plotting where to buy a wooden tart tamper, thinking about gifts, dreaming up the ultimate holiday dress that i'm sure i'll never find.

it was four a.m. and i told myself i'd actually get up and do something if it became five a.m., but somehow i managed to fall asleep after all. i dreamt of old friends, good houses, bus-airplanes, and seafood roulades with soft goat cheeses.