You know what that means? It means that I’m putting up my tree. Tonight. And I’m going to start playing my Christmas music. Tonight. And no one can judge me because it is December and therefore entirely acceptable and appropriate.
And I’m going to a Christmas festival on Saturday and that is excellent too.
Yay December and yay for Christmas for having all its sparkly lights and churchy music right in the middle of winter, when the cold and the misery might otherwise overwhelm us. Hooray!
Mr. Grinch
Halloween is over and the stores did not spare a second in moving on to the next holiday. Up go the sparkles and the music and the boxed sets. The mailbox is stuffed with glossy catalogs that somehow make it look like even tools from Canadian Tire are cool gifts. Every year, earlier and earlier… ridiculous commercialism… doesn’t mean anything any more… grumble, grumble… sentimental garbage… screaming, spoiled children… taking the Christ out of Christmas… will they ever stop playing that song?!… every idiot who goes about with ‘Merry Christmas’ on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. Continue reading
My One Precious Life 