Jolly

It’s time to be jolly.  I’m ready for some good ‘ol jolliness.  It’ time for holiday parties and big grins and atrocious cold-weather clothing and fireplaces.  I want to spontaneously come upon mistletoe.  I want to have Irish coffee lunches and go to parties with peppermint candy cane swizzle sticks in my drink.  I want to wear my fancy red dress to a fancy shindig.  I want to order a spiked eggnog, hold the eggnog, then turn to those I’m hobnobbing with and laugh at our own wittiness (oh so witty!) while Dean Martin croons “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.”  I want the scent of cinnamon and vanilla to follow me everywhere. 

No, I want to host a fancy party.  I want to bake cookies and think up signature drinks and whip up themed hors d'oeuvres and cover the surfaces with garland and twinkle lights.  I want to play bartender to my guests. 

But I think I need friends to be jolly.