“Bah Humbug!” I called, sick of the joy and goodwill.
I know, you’ve heard the story of Scrooge. Yes, I stole his words but my story wasn’t one of ghosts walking the halls. It’s a cry of someone with sore feet, laden with gifts, a toddler too tired and little Miss Four.
I know, many have had the same experience.
Many have made the promise, “Never again.”
The day comes, the toys unwrapped, smiles, greetings, overindulgence… all part of the day.
Toddler asleep in arms, little Miss Four dozing against my shoulder…
Maybe, just perhaps, one more time next year.
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