You can’t completely knock a season that’s strategically designed for mallomars.
All that damn midnight kiss pressure.
Dodging questions regarding “undesirable” aspects of your life.
As you may have discovered, there is no possible way to maintain a normal diet in December. Egg nog, panettone and tourtière will obliterate your standards faster than you can say “bah, humbug.” It’s bad news.
“It was soooo good to see you” *makes gagging face*
A family feud over *insert trivial reason here*.
There are plenty of cool and understated ways to show you’re in the holiday spirit without having to be Chevy Chase, sing, or drink dairy-based alcohol.
I thought about you today. And yesterday.
Many of us go “Home for the Holidays.” Because of this cultural expectation to go home, I’ve been thinking a lot about what “home” actually means.