Dear Christmas Tree:  You are the best.  It’s so amazing to come home to you every night — full of lights and smelling so wonderful.

Dear Presents:  I’m done wrapping you!  Well, almost.

Dear Baby:  I think I might have felt you move for the very first time this week (during Bar Method class no less).  It would be fitting if it really was you, given how much your mama likes working out at the barre.

Dear KC:  Remember how we went to register for baby stuff and you decided we needed to register for the Mercedes of strollers because it was the only all-terrain stroller light enough for me to lift with my bad back?  I love you.

Dear August:  I want to buy you all the holiday baby things at BabyGap.  ALL THE THINGS.

Dear Christmas Shopping:  You’re almost done!  What a feat.  I still have to go buy like 400 bottles of wine (which is way less fun when you don’t get to buy any for yourself).

Dear Beyond Yoga High-Waist Yoga Pants:  Could you be any more comfy?  I think not.  And even though you’re not technically for pregnancy, you’re like the best pregnancy purchase ever.

Dear Spanx Marvelous Mama Maternity Tights:  You might be the best for-maternity purchase of the month.  You’re actually getting me excited to dress up for all the holiday parties.

Dear Rain:  Go ahead and stay forever.  Thanks.

Dear Diptyque Holiday Candles:  You make me feel like Smeagol or Wayne from Wayne’s World every time I’m near you.  My precioussss…  You will be mine.

Love, Chelsea