…that Christmas has come and gone. No sooner than we hang up our Halloween costumes the first holiday songs start playing….and out comes Scrooge Sloane. Hearing those atrocious carols in public listening space makes me want to guzzle egg nog [of the spiked variety], deposit coal in many a stocking, and steer my sleigh over the edge of the nearest cliff [not of the fiscal variety] while helping myself to a generous heaping of Prozac.
[[ Note to CWS: Spiked eggnog is best enjoyed responsibly and never before driving. Additionally, I take all prescribed medication in the appropriate doses, and I am not suicidal. Just to clarify. ]]
I created this collage for my mom. Making it wasn’t the most delightful experience, nor do I particularly wish to see it again, but here’s a visual synopsis of our holiday. It is our second– and LAST– Christmas spent separately. Never again will we take family time for granted.
Now that I’ve purged my phone and this blog of all things festive I never have to mention it again. Until next year. Bah humbug.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,