* I hate Christmas.
* Always have.
* Too much to do, never enough time to do anything right.
* The most spent on a single meal that doesn’t include fine wine in a typical year.
* No snow.

On the other hand, it’s the only time of year for finding smiling people in the supermarket. They’re usually completely incensed if you block too much aisle with your ubermegashoppingcartofdoom. Like Alliance who hate that you’re corpse-camping them. But two days before Christmas? They become beatific, deftly navigating twenty-two additional ubermegashoppingcartsofdoom, their lips turned up at the corners and their eyes twinkling. They help you make decisions about turkeys. They wish you a Merry Christmas. They hum in the infernal checkout line. Two days later, these same people will sideswipe you on the freeway and cuss you out like they were raised by sailors.

So while I’m a Christian and really do appreciate the celebration of Christ’s birth, I hate the Christmas holiday.

But I love you guys. All year ’round, at that.

Love each other, and have a blessed, happy, and life-altering holiday season.