Merry F*cking Christmas

The Christmas Spirit is not coming easy this year. Lynette and I have been working like dogs. Nights. Weekends. The only thing that keeps us from running away screaming is the fact that we have jobs. (Thank God we have jobs.) We've had to decline a few Christmas parties this month and it took us a long ass time to get our tree up. And the money - well, money's tight. This economy is really starting to piss me off. (Flat tires and broken furnaces don't help.)

So, yesterday we had to make our annual pilgrimage to The Christmas Attic to buy our mothers the Official White House ornament when we decided to eat at one of our favorite restaurants and get some awesome crab soup. Then we took a stroll up King Street in Old Town and witnessed the Christmas lights strung up and down the street. It was breathtaking and I believe some Christmas Spirit is seeping into our lives. Our Christmas tree is completely assembled and Lynette strung some lights and garland in the kitchen.

We may not get around to baking cookies or buying everything we want to buy for our friends and family, but we're starting to look forward to Christmas Day.

I'm looking forward to the following things:

• Sleeping.
• Giving Lynette her presents.
• Giving Leia her presents.
  
• Hearing A Christmas Story play over and over throughout the house.
• Cooking a turkey and all the fixins'.
• Sleeping.