With the holiday approaching, this being my first as a married person, I have one thing to say. I hate Christmas. Well, not really. But those words did escape my lips when the tree skirt got soaked and I had to move two couches and a bunch of other things that should be classified as trash to remove the thing, put it in the dryer, clean the dryer out from the pine needles and put the tree skirt back on. To make things infinitely harder, the Missus is hosting Christmas Eve dinner this year. I'd say WE'RE hosting, but really, she's the one doing all the planning and heavy lifting. This little fact plus it's our first time hosting a holiday has put an added stress onto the day. I already get stressed enough that I am the world's worst gift wrapper. Carlee wants the dinner to be perfect, the right music, the right dinner, the right wine... But my parents are pretty low maintenance. They're probably happy that they don't have to be seen with me and my brothers at Church wearing matching outfits.
In all honesty, I love Christmas. I like my family and am glad to see them before they head off to Kansas City to see the rest of the fam. Carlee's done an amazing job and I can't wait to see what she pulls off. We will probably drink Akvavit. It will taste like Rye Bread. Yum. We will eat Salmon and a lot of chocolate and probably drink too much wine and the monetary value of the gifts that I give will be significantly lower than most. I'm cheap.
With that being said, Merry Christmas!
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