I love Christmas. I think holiday shopping is a lot like scavenger hunting and the goal is to find that one item that no one could even think of getting. And I admit, my inner ten year old comes out this time of year and I don't think I'll ever quite shake the anticipation of opening the gifts. But now I take as much joy in watching my mom, dad, or brother opening their swag as I do in opening mine.
Our tree is full this year. I've heard that the real reason for the season is not commercialism and I don't oppose that view, but it sucks ass having nothing under that tree. I've been there and got the t-shirt. There's no joy in that.
"Gee, what am I getting for Christmas?""Nothing.""Oh..." It's kind of like watching your team miss the playoffs or a bad case of the blue balls.
So allow me a chance to gloat and post a picture of all the shit under/around/near our tree:
Tomorrow morning it will all be demolished and we'll see what surprises lurk behind the wrapping.
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