Mom Killed Christmas
Every year, when I take down all of the holiday decorations, put away the tree, and fold all the tissue paper and ribbon I’ve salvaged, my kids tease me, accusing me of “killing Christmas.” I can’t remember when it started–probably when they were 11 or 12, so it’s been a few years now that I have been both the harbinger and the destroyer of their beloved holiday. Now, granted, my decorating can be a little over the top. One of my daughters warns her friends that coming to our house during the month of December means they need to be … Continue reading