I know, quite a few of my posts have been consuming how un-Christmas-y I am feeling, but lately, the more I think about it, the worse I feel. There are SO many people who wish they could be home for Christmas with their families and friends, I am here, and I can find nothing to do but complain. How despicable of me.
So, if nothing else, I should merely be grateful that I can be home, since there are those that cannot. So forget all my poisoned Christmas cookies, spiked eggnog and self-mutilating Christmas trees.
Merry Christmas.
It wasn't a "self-mutilating tree", it was a "fertility tree." Which, by the way, I still find incredibly hilarious.