It’s that special time of the year again. No, not Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanzaa, Solstice or even Festivus… it’s that magical time of the year when my family fights over who will spend the aforementioned holidays where. They say that the true spirit of the holidays is spending time with the people that you love. I’m just hoping that I make it past New Years without killing anyone that I love.
Last night, in the midst of a heated discussion about rental cars, hotel rooms, dogs, distant relatives that don’t have a place to go for the holidays and where my sisters and I will be on Christmas Eve (hopefully together… safety in numbers and all that), I found myself shouting (semi-humourously), “Can’t we all just have a merry god-damn fucking Christmas?!?!”
And people wonder why I’ve been frantically making candy-cane reindeer. With their googly eyes and pipe-cleaner antlers, they bring whimsy to even the most tense of holiday gatherings. And, if they don’t? You can spend 15 minutes or so sucking on the end of one to make it sharp and then use it to stab all of your misbehaving relatives!
Hilarious! I do love the candy cane weapons.