Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Oh no, wait! Don’t be silly! Of course there was Mother wrapping one gift, then two, then wait, there’s another. There were piles on tables and piles on chairs Some wrapped like patchwork, others with care….
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Bah. And a little humbug too.
I have a confession to make. I don’t love Christmas. I want to, I really do. I want to rejoice in the warmth of family closeness, the whiff of fresh baked biscuits and the sharp tang of pine needles. I want to snuggle up with hot cocoa and a few rosy cheeked kids while they…