Late afternoon on Christmas Eve. The day before Christmas. Early enough in the day to know that the chubby dude with his posse of horny donkey-like creatures hadn't even left his pole yet.
My humble home, discretely decorated for the season
A warm, mellow gift wrapping room adorned with rolls and rolls of vivid Christmas wrapping paper.
In the background the meaningful holiday message of hour 723 of the Hallmark Channel Christmas movie marathon - a beautiful woman who is really an angel is flirting with a widower Dad who is having trouble connecting with his rebellious daughter. Showing Next - a single Mom falls in love with a rock star who is really an angel looking to see his rebellious daughter one last time.
I was lovingly assembling Christmas toys
when my meaningful movie was interrupted by a commercial. The excited, almost frantic, voice said ...
"Now that Christmas is over..." and went on and on about opening at 5 AM Monday and slashed super sales.
Now that Christmas is over?
Had I missed it all? I knew I shouldn't have ignored the signs
I would have felt it if my head had exploded
Surely there must still be time for dinner and gifts and music and children before we headed back to the stores.