I believe this little project:
And what are the holiday seasons for if not to spend a couple of hours creating something with my own hands that may give my children a chuckle and something warm to squeeze and make faces at. What are the holidays for if not to sit and crochet and look at the tree while reminiscing over silly things my kids have done and all the ways that I love them. This is actually, in my opinion, the time of year to slow down and smell the wool. I don't need to get a life. I've got a life.