It’s Not Even Christmas Yet, and I’m Already Disappointed

Because being an adult is not much fun

Image by Theo Crazzolara from Pixabay

When I was a kid, the most magical time of year was between Thanksgiving and Christmas. It started the day after Thanksgiving, when we pulled the Christmas decorations out of the closet. My mom would put on a Christmas record while my dad started untangling the lights. It never occurred to them back…