Christmas Sucks
Image by Gerry Slabaugh via FlickrDo I do this every year? I’m pretty sure I do. A few weeks before Christmas, I get frustrated with the whole thing. I grouch and grinch and humbug and swear that next year I’m just going to pretend Christmas doesn’t exist. And every year I mean it this time.
But once I get finished with the holiday party and the company “season’s greetings” cards, and the tree is up and the lights are untwisted, I start not minding Christmas so much again. It’s really not so bad, is it? Who doesn’t like lots of food and sparkly decorations and presents, right?
Someone please remind me of that this week when I get out the Christmas village set and spend three hours covering the cords with fake snow only to have the dog wag her tail and blow it all across the room, ok?
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