I don’t do Christmas.
I evade Christmas stories, especially the scifi type.
As for my own crazy stories, it seems silly that spending any other evening with a cat and a laptop and the husband is fine, but this night is supposed to be more festive.
But I don’t mind that Christmas is almost as good as Thanksgiving for prompting you to cook mass quantities of food.
I do like giving the gift of giving.
And I definitely like the annual ritual of eating dim sum with a small tribe.
So whatever it is I do at this time of year, I might as well call it having a merry Christmas, after all.
Hey, kid! Yes, you! Is that goose still hanging in the window?
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