Next Christmas Everything Will be Different

Every Christmas I fantasize about being a Yuletide superstar: making my own cards, baking elaborate cookies, cooking a vegetarian dinner for twenty of my closest friends, decorating so that every corner is a whimsical fairy-esque delight, and hand making thoughtful beautiful gifts that will bring a tear to the recipient’s eye.

If I were truly smart and organized I’d start my projects in January when I am a shut-in due to the weather, rather than realizing it is Christmas a day before the big event and haphazardly wrapping things with crumpled tissue paper and bits of masking tape.

Next year I will:

Next year I swear it’ll be different.

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