I want to pretend that Christmas hasn't come yet.
I want to pretend that this wasn't the most dysfunctional family Christmas in Spoonful history.
Yes, Lets pretend that Grandma Spoonful was not sick those few days before Christmas and unable to spend Christmas eve and Christmas morning with us as she normally does.
Thankfully she was feeling better and Paul made the drive to PA to pick her up since she still wasn't comfortable driving.
I want to pretend that we were all home and that we enjoyed our traditional Christmas breakfast.
I will pretend that all of the work that went into making the Struffoli was worth it and that it was as delicious as it was pretty.