Christmas at my house

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Gratitude at Christmas 🎄

sisterhood of suspense

I’ve spent all week finishing the day job for the year and wondering what to write in this post. I’ve spent all day running errands, finishing shopping, and wondering what to write in this post. I’ve finally written a post that is WAY too depressing for the holiday. I’ve put it in the trash.

Every year, I think, “This is the year I get in the holiday spirit. We’re going to have a tree and a party. I’m going to wrap presents, make candy, and play Christmas music. I’m going to decorate outside, and have lights …”

Instead, this is what my poor husband, Mr. Perfect, has to deal with at Christmas.

  1. MP: “Do we have a wreath?”
    Me: “Ummm. Yes? Somewhere in the basement, maybe?” Digs around under boxes and finds one. “Here. Just unsquish it a little. It’ll be fine.”
  1. MP: “Do we have Christmas cards ? We…

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