Dear KC and Penny: I can’t even handle you guys.  I mean, you’re so cute I could just die.

Dear Adults who ride Razor scooters around the FiDi: Did someone forget to tell you that it’s not 1998 and you’re not 11?  Just curious.

Dear Christmas Quiche: OMGYOURESODELICIOUS.

Dear Mom: Every year you do such a great job getting Christmas together.  The house looks perfectly festive and cozy, the food is to-die-for delicious, and the whole atmosphere is relaxed and warm and wonderful.  You’re the best, and I hope you know that.  I love you.

Dear KC: It was kind of weird spending Christmas night in our own house this year, but I have to say I’m sort of liking all our new little holiday traditions.

Dear Pajamas: I hope no one judges me if I wear you 24/7 until I have to go back to work in January.

Dear Grandpa: This year was definitely a little strange without you and without your famous ravioli.  We miss you, but I bet you’re eating all kinds of pizza and listening to Verdi to your heart’s content up in heaven.

Dear Dad: Remember how you only want to listen to “A New World Christmas” and how you were convinced that I stole your Cirque CD that one time (the horror!)?  I love you.

Dear 2013: Especially given how 2012 went, you were a pretty damn awesome year. Way to go.

Dear Life: You’re pretty great.

Love, Chelsea