Hallelujah. Holy Sh*t. Where's the Tylenol?
Christmas is rearranging half of your furniture and art to accommodate a tree and decorations that you will enjoy for 3 weeks. Christmas is cleaning out the playroom and bookshelves and closets to make room for more things to fill your playroom and bookshelves and (eventually) closets. Christmas is always having the radio tuned to that soft rock station you would never normally listen to that plays round the clock Christmas music, even though they are playing Last Christmas, Jimmy Eat World instead of the vastly superior George Michael rendition. Christmas is listening to three song singing decorations belting out different tunes at once repeatedly interspersed with the train noises of the toy train circling your tree because your three year old just can't get enough and can't hear you begging for mercy over the joyous sounds of the season. Christmas is fielding a barrage of questions regarding the logistics of execution, plausibility of this guy being real while, fo