Not a Grinch, Just a Grouch. But I’ll Get Over It.

Ah, Christmas Eve.  Colorful lights are twinkling.  Stockings are hung with care.  Carolers are making their way from door to door.  A light, fluttery haze of snow is falling from the crisp, white sky while angelic ballerinas twirl magically through the air… I’m kidding.  This isn’t The Nutcracker, for Christ’s sake. Christmas, clearly, throws me… Continue reading Not a Grinch, Just a Grouch. But I’ll Get Over It.