Being in a relationship screws with the aesthetics of Christmas.
I have 6 (!!!) Christmas’ to fit in 3 (!!!) days.
Because I have bills and a very special present for the BF coming up (that I need a bit of money for) I cannot afford to take an extra day off work.
So I have to try to fit all these damn Christmas’ in when all I want to do is put on fuzzy pajamas, get a cup of hot cocoa, snuggle on my couch in front of the fireplace and watch A Christmas Story.
This is what I did when I was growing up.
It is what I want to do forever dang nabbet.
Both of our families are traditional.
So moving Christmas over one week is not. going. to. happen.
Not even if Grandma gets run over by a reindeer…
Or shoots them all for jerky.
So I will continue to run about with my head cut off…eyes flashing red and green…spouting off Christmas carols with hair ablaze until…
My jolly old St. Nicholas falls off a roof.
With no reindeer (cause Grandma really wanted jerky) and no St. Nick…
I can sing JINGLE BELLS in my bright pink bunny suit till the elves come home.