But today I saw evidence that my stance is wavering.
Josh and I were out and about this morning, and upon return, I opened the passenger door and looked at the snow next to the curb and saw some tracks in it.
Did I sensibly chalk it up to a dog or some sort of large, leggy rodent?
I yelled, "REINDEER!" out loud - loudly - to no one in particular. This means that either I truly am an eight-year-old at heart or that the holiday spirit has gotten its grip on me and infiltrated my bones. I choose the latter. Tis the season to be jolly!