Oh Lord. I've just spent two hours writing a post about Christmas that wandered and meandered and held resentments and memories and resentful memories and feminist complaints about how it's always the women who are expected to create the impossible Christmas magic and I've deleted all of it.
Anyway, that's a picture from my kitchen where the Christmas ornaments and lights have hung for over a decade (I sure got my money out of those twinkly stars!) and that's not even all of the Christmas kitsch that decorates my kitchen and house year 'round.
I have stayed home all day long. It rained like crazy and now it's getting cold and I have felt and do feel much better.
I don't hate Christmas. I just hate Christmas the way we do it now.
I think that pretty much sums it all up.