A short, first-person Christmas message from Marisa Rudder addressed to her "Love & Obey" community. In a playful, slightly tipsy tone she describes holiday scenes (decorating, rapping gifts, spiking hot chocolate), shares affectionate metaphors about community members as "mismatched ornaments," and offers warm wishes for the season. The piece emphasizes gratitude, nostalgia for childhood wonder, and a close creator–community bond.
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Dearest friends, this Christmas I'm owning it completely. You'll find me knee deep in tangled lights, rapping gifts, belting my favorite Christmas songs and spiking my hot chocolate with just enough Baileys to make the world feel soft around the edges. Grown up life tries to tell us the magic fades, but every time I look at my Christmas tree glowing in the dark, I know they are lying. Here's the official dispatch from the North Pole brought to you by one slightly tipsy elf who looks suspiciously like me. Santa's list is finalized and every single one of you is written in glitter pen under ridiculously naughty yet impossibly nice. Rudolph's nose is officially brighter than my phone screen. At 2am The Snowman I built last week held a full union meeting with the garden gnomes over fair carrot compensation. After intense negotiations and an extra charcoal smile, he now seems very pleased with himself. More than anything I needed you to know are my favorite kind of magic. You're the mismatched ornaments that somehow look perfect, the warm hands that find mine when the world feels too cold, the voices on the other end of the phone that still make me laugh until I cry. Because of you, I get to be a kid again. And I wouldn't trade our love and obey community for anything. So may your holidays be cozy and bright, your wi fi calibrated, your eggnog perfectly strong and your hearts ridiculously full of love. May we all wake up on Christmas morning feeling like the kids we still are on the inside. I love you more than Rudolph loves foggy nights. More than snowmen love fresh powder, more than I love finding one last present I forgot I hid. Here's to us today, tomorrow and every sparkling season in between. With tinsel in my hair, Bailey's on my breath and love bursting out of every scene. Merry Christmas, you beautiful, crazy, wonderful humans.
