2007 will mark the first year that both Jake and I won’t be able to go home for the holidays. lululemon has a black-out period - meaning no one can leave the city anytime around Christmas. It’s a busy time of year, both in the stores and for our accounts, so I’ll be firmly planted in Vancouver, shilling my luon and wishing I was some place with snow.

Jake’s staying put too - and we’re determined to make this Christmas special. Since we don’t have an oven, we’re going to come up with some alternative method of cooking a turkey. In the breadmaker perhaps? It would be tender at least.

Jake has also wooed me with promises of visiting some sort of u-cut tree farm. Their website makes mention of free hot dogs and domestic pygmy goats. I’m not sure how anyone in their right mind could resist the lure! I know I’ll be armed with a handsaw.

This year, I’ve decided that what my holiday season lacks in quality (aka mum’s cheeseballs and macaroons and the twins’ marsipan dachshunds and grandma’s eggnog) I will make up for with quantity. It’s only Remembrance Day and I’ve busted out the nasaly Aaron Neville and downloaded 30 volumes of Christmas soul.

I also got my craft-on and designed Christmas cards that anyone can buy online from moo. My personal favourite is the fiery christmas squid. Nothing says Christmas like cephalopods.