Every year by mid-December I start to dream of going to a hotel on Christmas Eve and not coming home until Boxing Day. I never do it, but I dream it.
Things that care more about Christmas than my guys:
- a box of rocks
- road kill
- the lint in my dryer
- mold on bread
Edited to add: the denim I used for the bags is reclaimed denim from their work jeans - very appropos ;) (and I'm running low on denim, so they need to wear out more jeans!)