Every year, I want to make every single gift I give to my family and friends.
Every year, I run out of time.
Every year, I want to bake loads of goodies to share with my neighbors.
Every year, I run out of time.
Every year, I want to decorate the house with handmade garlands and ornaments.
Every year, I run out of time.
Every year, I want to organize a caroling party to spread holiday cheer with song.
Every freakin’ year, I run out of time.
This is a very busy time of year for me. Next year, can we perhaps move the season back a couple of weeks? I mean, Washington’s and Lincoln’s birthdays are lumped together on one weekend in January – can’t we add the birth of our savior and the new year to that day as well?
Every year, I resort in frustration and self-loathing to blasphemy.
And every year, my condo in hell moves closer to the inferno.
Hmmmm, President’s Day is mid February – even better!!!!