Yay. Sparklies.
Tis the season for sparkly cat vomit. (Cats + Tinsel. You do the math.) It’s the season for my 16yo to prance around the house like a velociraptor in a Santa hat saying “Chrisssstmmaaaass…” “Child, did you put the dishes away?” “Chrissssttmaassss…” “Did you feed the cat?” “Chriiiiiisssstmassss…” “Do you want some gravy?” “Chriiiiissssssttmmmmaaasssss…” It’s the time my inner Evil comes out, as I wrap the three new videogames that are cool but not what she asked for in the same wrapping paper (no disguising box either, she KNOWS those are games), and then hide the game she begged me for in the very bottom of the only gift bag, with another present on top so she’ll be more surprised when she finds it. It is, alas, the time of year when I run out of holiday spirit well before the holiday. It doesn’t help that I’ve been sick for a week and my 16yo is currently down an excellent impression of a seal.