There’s a turkey on my kitchen floor. It will be there all week.
Tomorrow I’m giving chocolates to the woman I drew in Secret Santa. When asked for gift ideas, she suggested world peace exclamation point.
If pushed, I would describe the general tenor of all recent phone conversations as ‘strained’ at best.
It is definitely too late for me to get gifts to my brothers in time for Sunday, even if I was sure of their current addresses. Every day this week I will check the mail with apprehension, hoping that neither of them got me anything. I’m fairly certain I can count on them for this.
I wish I could put my finger on how to spread tidings of comfort / joy to my coworkers without looking like either a conserva-fascist who refuses to bend with the times or a media-brainwashed wuss who’s too afraid to call the day off what it really is.
Despite itself, I do genuinely enjoy Christmas.