Friends, foes, and festive fiends: it’s me, your chaotic neutral beauty hoarder, crawling out from the wreckage of Christmas mayhem with a haul so glorious it could make even the Grinch jealous. My bank account may be whispering “cease and desist,” but the holiday spirit said, “MORE. TATCHA.” Let’s be real, everyone knows I’m a Tatcha simp. I’d willingly pay rent to that dewy purple packaging if it meant eternal hydration. So what did Santa (aka me) bring this year? A feast of products that will make my vanity look like the skincare aisle at Sephora, only more luxurious and,