We all have head colds and my tree is half decorated. Boxes of ornaments have been littering the living room since last Thursday. Half my outdoor lights are dark — I need to get another green outdoor extension cord — and we still need to bring in our patio furniture. Did I mention that I re-injured my foot and am wearing a boot? Nevermind that I nearly punched my friend when she told she had her shopping done in August.
I often wonder why we go to all this trouble. Why do we kill ourselves for Christmas?
Then I remember. When it’s Christmas Eve and the tree is lite, the decorations are up inside and out, and my family and friends are gathered in front of the fire right after a wonderful meal, nothing is better.
But for right now, I have to say, “Bah Humbug!”
