Don’t get me wrong. On the one hand, I’m relieved. All-too ready, in fact, to say goodbye to the stress I’ve felt on account of the over-commercialized holiday. But on the other, Christmas always delivers such tender moments for us, and it’s in those moments that I realize that every hassle building up to them has been worth it.
Say what you want about Christmas and the undeniable exploitation that is now part and parcel of the holiday, but you have to admit one thing—especially if you have little ones.
That’s when I had an idea of how to turn Tigger’s frown upside down: the bundles of chocolaty wonderfulness that are frosted devils Donettes from Hostess. I mean, if they’re magical enough to erase a child’s memory, surely they’d be able to help lift a child with the post-Christmas blues, right? That was the plan, at least, when I handed Alli one of the frosted Devil Donettes last night:
As sure as the yuletide, itself. (Who says a tiger can’t change its stripes?) And if you thought that one worked, you should have seen what happened after the next one.
And the next one.
My family had a blast this holiday season. In fact, I think it was the best one ever. And one reason has been Hostess. A big thank you to them for sponsoring this post as well as for providing the Osbornes with some frosted devils Donettes.
OH. And if you find that some of your little ones (or tween ones) are experiencing a little Christmas hangover, you might wanna check out the Hostess Facebook page. You know. Just in case.
Happy New Year, everyone!