I am sitting here staring at my 2 foot shiny Christmas tree wondering when and how I lost my Christmas spirit. I used to be a gung-ho Christmas princess totally consumed by all things Christmas. After thirty-five the tinsel started to tarnish, of course I tried to keep the spirit with the 56 gifts for all the coworker in my department (even the one I wanted to beat to death with a digibeta). I put color in the wardrobe except pink. Me in pink is the first sign of the apocalypse.
But this year I don't think I can keep up the facade. I going to put the fucking tree back in the box. buy a few things for the family and go back to the black on black wardrobe. It also helps the coven decided to do only handmade cards this year.
But this year I don't think I can keep up the facade. I going to put the fucking tree back in the box. buy a few things for the family and go back to the black on black wardrobe. It also helps the coven decided to do only handmade cards this year.