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29 November 2008
O' Christmas Tree
My wife and I went up into the mountains today (well, now, yesterday) in search of a Christmas tree. The whole ride back I was formulating a blog posting about my disdain for popular culture's excuse for Christmas music. I've decided that post will be for another time... but definitely in the next few days.
Right now, that tree is what's on my mind - and not for any good reason, either.
I'll start this off by saying that I should have learned my lesson last year.
The first Christmas my wife and I were together we started a tradition of having a real Christmas tree in the house. We had both grown up with artificial trees, for whatever reason neither of us are certain. So picking out a Christmas tree for us has become a tradition that we look forward to each year.
Up until last year, we would go to the same Christmas tree vendor - a friend of ours from my wife's home church who has his own Christmas tree business. He would always help us pick out a great tree (although one year we got one that thought it was Spring again and started dripping sap all over the presents), recut it, drill it, bale it, and load it on our car.
But last year we went to a "choose and cut" Christmas tree farm in Maggie Valley, NC, picked one out, had it cut, they did the drill, bale and load routine, and we brought it home. Then I found out not only was the bore crooked, but the cut was also.
So I borrowed a friend's drill bit because I didn't have size that I needed, broke out my excuse for a handsaw, and went to work fixing the tree. A hour later, there it stood, in its stand, ready to be decorated.
This year, we went to a different tree farm - figured we'd try a different place. And this one definitely was different.
They had Santa in a little cabin, a lake with fish and ducks, a store, a wreath making department, a (small) fire for roasting marshmallows, a few wooden elves and snowman for children to stick their heads through and get their pictures taken with, about 3 or 4 times as many trees to choose from, a hayride... and about two or three hundred families each with at least two or three kids.
Understandably, I can imagine that all of that compounded on top of the holiday craziness can stress out and distract the people that work there.
Well, we took our hayride to the top, picked out our tree, they tagged it, we rode back down, got some hot cocoa, roasted a couple marshmallows and went to go get our tree and head back home.
They didn't have our tree. We waited - for 45 minutes. They hunted. They didn't have our tree.
Now I can imagine what Clark Griswold would do in a situation like this and it probably wouldn't have been as nice or diplomatic as how I handled it; but I definitely was rather annoyed. I explained we had just driven nearly three hours, we both really liked the tree we had picked out and since they had lost it, we'd like to pick out another. So with what little light was left, we went back up the mountain, found another one, loaded it, and headed home.
Three hours later, I'm hunting down the trusty handsaw and wishing I had that drill bit back. I've been working with one not quite the size I need and it's just not doing the job.
Had I not asked for a discount because of the fact they had lost our first tree, I would have been really, really mad to have paid the full amount only to find out that the cut and the bore in this tree are so crooked you would have thought the Christmas tree farm was run by a bunch of Democratic congressmen.
Needless to say, there's been a lot of unChristmaslike language targeted at the tree in the last two hours. I've got about an inch of the tree mount pin in the tree so it's a balancing act right now.
There's about at least a vaccuum bag's full of needles on the carpet. And I don't know how much sap I just washed off my hands into the sink.
Home Depot is going to be seeing me in the morning. For some lucky drill bit and power saw, they're going to see a new home in the morning. And that tree is going to see the business end of both.
Sidenote: If you've never been to Black Mountain, NC, you need to stop at Berliner Kindl. It's a German restaurant and deli - and they have the best sauer kraut and German potato salad I have ever had.
Right now, that tree is what's on my mind - and not for any good reason, either.
I'll start this off by saying that I should have learned my lesson last year.
The first Christmas my wife and I were together we started a tradition of having a real Christmas tree in the house. We had both grown up with artificial trees, for whatever reason neither of us are certain. So picking out a Christmas tree for us has become a tradition that we look forward to each year.
Up until last year, we would go to the same Christmas tree vendor - a friend of ours from my wife's home church who has his own Christmas tree business. He would always help us pick out a great tree (although one year we got one that thought it was Spring again and started dripping sap all over the presents), recut it, drill it, bale it, and load it on our car.
But last year we went to a "choose and cut" Christmas tree farm in Maggie Valley, NC, picked one out, had it cut, they did the drill, bale and load routine, and we brought it home. Then I found out not only was the bore crooked, but the cut was also.
So I borrowed a friend's drill bit because I didn't have size that I needed, broke out my excuse for a handsaw, and went to work fixing the tree. A hour later, there it stood, in its stand, ready to be decorated.
This year, we went to a different tree farm - figured we'd try a different place. And this one definitely was different.
They had Santa in a little cabin, a lake with fish and ducks, a store, a wreath making department, a (small) fire for roasting marshmallows, a few wooden elves and snowman for children to stick their heads through and get their pictures taken with, about 3 or 4 times as many trees to choose from, a hayride... and about two or three hundred families each with at least two or three kids.
Understandably, I can imagine that all of that compounded on top of the holiday craziness can stress out and distract the people that work there.
Well, we took our hayride to the top, picked out our tree, they tagged it, we rode back down, got some hot cocoa, roasted a couple marshmallows and went to go get our tree and head back home.
They didn't have our tree. We waited - for 45 minutes. They hunted. They didn't have our tree.
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| Me and our first tree (the one they lost) |
Three hours later, I'm hunting down the trusty handsaw and wishing I had that drill bit back. I've been working with one not quite the size I need and it's just not doing the job.
Had I not asked for a discount because of the fact they had lost our first tree, I would have been really, really mad to have paid the full amount only to find out that the cut and the bore in this tree are so crooked you would have thought the Christmas tree farm was run by a bunch of Democratic congressmen.
Needless to say, there's been a lot of unChristmaslike language targeted at the tree in the last two hours. I've got about an inch of the tree mount pin in the tree so it's a balancing act right now.
There's about at least a vaccuum bag's full of needles on the carpet. And I don't know how much sap I just washed off my hands into the sink.
Home Depot is going to be seeing me in the morning. For some lucky drill bit and power saw, they're going to see a new home in the morning. And that tree is going to see the business end of both.
Sidenote: If you've never been to Black Mountain, NC, you need to stop at Berliner Kindl. It's a German restaurant and deli - and they have the best sauer kraut and German potato salad I have ever had.
27 November 2008
Giving Thanks
On this day of Thanksgiving, my wife and I had the opportunity to see her sister's family - our neice and two nephews - and have lunch with them. Due to an unforseen turn of events due to a new home kitchen glitch, lunch was at Fatz. Then we spent a little bit of time with them at their house -- playing scrabble with the nephews and chasing the neice around the house.
Then on to my sister's house to spend the evening with her and her husband and our newborn neice Laken, along with my parents and several members of my brother in-law's family. I'm extremely thankful this year for such a blessing in our family, Laken's birth, her good health, and her spirit. That, and I'm very thankful that my parents don't live in Indiana anymore and we are able to see them more often and on holidays.
Then on to my sister's house to spend the evening with her and her husband and our newborn neice Laken, along with my parents and several members of my brother in-law's family. I'm extremely thankful this year for such a blessing in our family, Laken's birth, her good health, and her spirit. That, and I'm very thankful that my parents don't live in Indiana anymore and we are able to see them more often and on holidays.
People don't always give thanks for the good things in their lives. I am as guilty of that as the next person.
Giving thanks for God's gifts is something that we shouldn't just reserve for one day out of the year, but should practice every day, every year.
What am I thankful for this year? The same things I am thankful for each day.
My safety, my job, my cars for not giving me any major problems lately, my country, my freedom.... all kinds of little things and bigger things.
My friends... ( I really have some awesome ones)
Our men and women in the armed forces....
And above all, my family, my wife, and my God and savior.
For all of you out there to whom I haven't wished a Happy Thanksgiving, I extend those belated wishes to you.
24 September 2008
Three Guys, Two Girls, and A Car Battery
No it's nothing sick and twisted. Just kind of sad and humorous.
I'll start it off with a joke: What do a public relations director, an automotive technician, and an aircraft technician have in common? You might at first say, "well, that's a weird combination."
Throw in an automotive battery and a 33rd birthday and you've got an average Wednesday night in Greer, South Carolina.
Yesterday happened to be my wife's birthday. The day had gone pretty good. We were having dinner at church (birthday dinner at church?, you might ask.... well, the celebratory dinner is this weekend. we do church activities on Wednesday as a routine) and my wife said, "It's been a really good birthday."
That thought didn't really last much longer. After our programs, we walked to opposite ends of the street and got in our respective cars that we had driven from our respective workplaces -- and then I get a call from her.
"My car won't start," she says.
Great. So I went to her car and tried to start it. No dice. Went inside and pulled a friend of ours who is an automotive technician off the Praise Team drum kit and asked for his help.
We tried to jump the car. With two different sets of jumper cables. No dice.
Great. So my wife and I take my car to the AutoZone down the street and I run in to get a battery. They have two people working the store, a line eight people deep, and are getting phone calls every two to three minutes. Everyone seems to want parts looked up in the computer, so it took forever just to make it to the counter.
"Battery, 03 Honda Accord, 4 cylinder, 2400," I rattle off. Guess what? --- they have ONE in stock. Fine, I'll take it. What's the damage? $90 plus tax.... WHAT? "Well sir, it's a three year battery and its our Gold level...."
"I've got your *grumble grumble* Gold level...."
And I walk out the door with the most expensive battery I've ever purchased.
Get back to the church. Fumble around BOTH cars for a wrench or socket that will fit the stupid terminals on the old battery, and all I could find was a pair of pliers.
After some creative ways of trying to get a pair of pliers to turn some very tight terminal screws, I threw the pliers on the ground.
"Honey, we gotta go to the house and get my tool set," I say. She refuses to leave the car. "It's parked at a church. Nobody's going to do anything to it." She refuses to leave the car and stays in it at the church.
So I went 15 minutes home, got my tool set, and went back. By the time I got back, everyone remaining at the church was on their way out. Our friend the automotive technician and his wife, along with another friend, an aircraft technician, are all outside talking to my wife.
I break out the tool set, and all three of us guys proceed to fumble through it by the light of a cell phone flash (the remain on until you press the button again flash is a great feature on my phone) for the right sized socket. We each take turns finding one and trying it and don't have any success.
At which point the girls decide to take another car and shine its lights at my wife's car for some added light.
I'm still not sure what size socket the freaking terminals take -- all I know is that the aircraft mechanic took an adjustable wrench, and with some brute force, finally got them to turn, all with the tips of the wrench gripping the very top of the terminal screws.
Then some more fumbling with the phone goes on on in trying to get light down the side of the battery, as I'm trying to fasten the battery restraint back on. Finally, everything went into place.
From start to finish, the whole ordeal took and hour and a half. I took the old battery and put it in the trunk. When I walked back to the front of the car, the aircraft technician is sitting on the ground organizing my tool kit which had been a mess when I opened it up.
And we followed that up with a 9:45 pm trip to Denny's.
Needless to say, now I've got an organized tool kit, a double cheeseburger in my system, an old battery to take in and get $5 for, a mess of jumper cables in my car trunk -- and my wife got a $90 battery for her birthday.
Not exactly the gift she had in mind.
I'll start it off with a joke: What do a public relations director, an automotive technician, and an aircraft technician have in common? You might at first say, "well, that's a weird combination."
Throw in an automotive battery and a 33rd birthday and you've got an average Wednesday night in Greer, South Carolina.
Yesterday happened to be my wife's birthday. The day had gone pretty good. We were having dinner at church (birthday dinner at church?, you might ask.... well, the celebratory dinner is this weekend. we do church activities on Wednesday as a routine) and my wife said, "It's been a really good birthday."
That thought didn't really last much longer. After our programs, we walked to opposite ends of the street and got in our respective cars that we had driven from our respective workplaces -- and then I get a call from her.
"My car won't start," she says.
Great. So I went to her car and tried to start it. No dice. Went inside and pulled a friend of ours who is an automotive technician off the Praise Team drum kit and asked for his help.
We tried to jump the car. With two different sets of jumper cables. No dice.
Great. So my wife and I take my car to the AutoZone down the street and I run in to get a battery. They have two people working the store, a line eight people deep, and are getting phone calls every two to three minutes. Everyone seems to want parts looked up in the computer, so it took forever just to make it to the counter.
"Battery, 03 Honda Accord, 4 cylinder, 2400," I rattle off. Guess what? --- they have ONE in stock. Fine, I'll take it. What's the damage? $90 plus tax.... WHAT? "Well sir, it's a three year battery and its our Gold level...."
"I've got your *grumble grumble* Gold level...."
And I walk out the door with the most expensive battery I've ever purchased.
Get back to the church. Fumble around BOTH cars for a wrench or socket that will fit the stupid terminals on the old battery, and all I could find was a pair of pliers.
After some creative ways of trying to get a pair of pliers to turn some very tight terminal screws, I threw the pliers on the ground.
"Honey, we gotta go to the house and get my tool set," I say. She refuses to leave the car. "It's parked at a church. Nobody's going to do anything to it." She refuses to leave the car and stays in it at the church.
So I went 15 minutes home, got my tool set, and went back. By the time I got back, everyone remaining at the church was on their way out. Our friend the automotive technician and his wife, along with another friend, an aircraft technician, are all outside talking to my wife.
I break out the tool set, and all three of us guys proceed to fumble through it by the light of a cell phone flash (the remain on until you press the button again flash is a great feature on my phone) for the right sized socket. We each take turns finding one and trying it and don't have any success.
At which point the girls decide to take another car and shine its lights at my wife's car for some added light.
I'm still not sure what size socket the freaking terminals take -- all I know is that the aircraft mechanic took an adjustable wrench, and with some brute force, finally got them to turn, all with the tips of the wrench gripping the very top of the terminal screws.
Then some more fumbling with the phone goes on on in trying to get light down the side of the battery, as I'm trying to fasten the battery restraint back on. Finally, everything went into place.
From start to finish, the whole ordeal took and hour and a half. I took the old battery and put it in the trunk. When I walked back to the front of the car, the aircraft technician is sitting on the ground organizing my tool kit which had been a mess when I opened it up.
And we followed that up with a 9:45 pm trip to Denny's.
Needless to say, now I've got an organized tool kit, a double cheeseburger in my system, an old battery to take in and get $5 for, a mess of jumper cables in my car trunk -- and my wife got a $90 battery for her birthday.
Not exactly the gift she had in mind.
25 December 2007
Christmas Thoughts
It's been awhile since my last post... I know. I've had a lot going on -- both with the holiday season, with work, with being lazy and not writing anything worthwhile to post....
But today is Christmas -- the most worthwhile topic to discuss. So I'm attacking this from several different angles, some of which will be entertaining, some of which will be very serious.
The photo above I shot of our advent candles at church. I no idea that it would turn out like that, I frankly was just playing around. I love photography. It's somewhat of an accidental hobby. I had to take photos as a newspaper reporter when I first started out in journalism. I don't have a decent camera of my own --- so I use my work camera to explore my hobby. I think I'll start posting some of my work periodically. But I love this photo. I love it because it shows the peacefulness and beauty of this holiday season. When I look at it, I can't help but thank God for the most wonderful gift that he ever sent us -- his son. I thank God for all he has blessed us with, blessed me with, and pray that he wil provide comfort, wisdom, and courage to all who need it, not only this holiday season, but throughout the year.
This is a time of year that is very hard for me. My grandfather died in December 1999. Christmases since then have felt like something has been missing. But I know he is with me in my heart. And I know he is watching out for me. I miss him. I know anyone who has ever lost a loved one can identify with that feeling.
But I've been thinking about something else alot lately. We had a lesson at church a few weeks ago where we discussed with each other some of our Christmas memories and wishes. One of the ladies at our table when asked what her one wish was for this Christmas was for our troops to be brought home. Think about this - we have been in Iraq now longer than our troops were involved in World War II. Many of our troops have served multiple tours either in Iraq or Afghanistan, or both, since 9/11. Putting my political views aside on the war, I wish they would be brought home for Christmas, every last one of them. That would be a wonderful gift. I wish I could see each and every one of them get off their plane on the home soil and watch their loved ones run to them. Our men and women in the service are defending us and putting their lives before ours this Christmas and, knowing that God has a plan for each and every one of us, pray that they are kept safe and know that they are loved.
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So how has my Christmas season gone?
Here's a quick rundown:
I waited until the Friday before Christmas to shop for my wife. I hate buying women's clothes and am no good at it to begin with. I could not find anything I wanted to get. So Saturday we went out to the mall, I gave her money for clothes and she bought clothes. I went and grabbed a few odds and ends while she was doing that. Christmas shopping done.
Sunday we went to our early service at church. which we typically go to because my wife sings in the praise team. Music was great, as always. We wished our friends a merry Christmas. Ducked out from the children's play to finish some Christmas grocery shopping. After that, we went to my sister-in-law's for Christmas with the in-laws. My nephews (ages 7 and 6) along with my neice (2) loved their gifts. And we had a blast watching them open them up. We bought the 6-year-old nephew an electronic parrot which was the hit of the day.
Monday, Christmas Eve, was low key for the first part of the day. One of our friends lost her mother earlier this year so we invited her up for Christmas dinner at our house. Between chores to clean the house, we wrapped presents for each other. Christmas wrapping done. All gifts finally under the tree. Our friend came over, we had a nice meal, and then called some other friends to see if they wanted to go to the 11 pm Christmas Eve service at our church. So we all went to that. It was being led by our church's college students. There were a few logistical hiccups, which brought some laughs, but we had a very nice time. We came back, built a fire, and at about 12:30 opened our gifts to each other. Then we watched the Santa Clause 3. Went to sleep late and woke up about 9:30 am.
I called my folks and wished them a Merry Christmas. Talked to them for a while, and then we hit the road to my wife's aunt's house for Christmas lunch. Went and had some good food, fellowship, and conversation. Went to visit an uncle of my wife's who is in the hospital. Came home, and went out with the friends that went with us to Christmas Eve service to Denny's for Christmas supper. The place was packed. Considering it was either that, IHOP, or Waffle House, we knew we were in for a long line. But, that's what you get for Christmas in Greenville, SC when you go out for supper.
Friday it's off to Charlotte to spend the day with my family.
In the end, it was a fun few days. I enjoyed it - and do not look forward to taking the decorations down, nor to how much crap my wife comes home with in the morning.
14 November 2007
Just Paint Me Green And Give Me A Dog Named Max
I used to get so excited when I was little when all the Christmas stuff came out -- the commercials, the music, the toys...everything. Now, as a grown adult, I can't stand it.
Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas. It's my favorite holiday of the year. I love celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ and the spirit of giving. I enjoy giving gifts to those I love.
I just hate everything that modern society has done to dumb this beautiful holiday down to a Christmas rap being sung by a battery operated stuffed penguin with shades on and grillz on his teeth.
It is supposed to be a joyous holiday. It's not supposed to enrage people with incessant holiday commercials that guilt you about the crap you can't afford to buy or Mariah Carey on the radio two weeks before Thanksgiving singing "All I Want for Christmas Is You."
My wife thinks I'm a grinch. I bitch about the commercialization of Christmas every year. I bitch about buying gifts (I love giving them, just not buying them) I bitch about alot of stuff related to Christmas that is all due to the degredation of modern society's morals and character.
So to kick off the Christmas season, I'm going to make a list -- no, it's not my list of presents I want for Christmas (although an actual house would be at the top of the list) --- it's a list of the Top 10 reasons why I hate the Christmas season.
10. Holiday parties at work -- I'm not a social butterfly anyway. I especially don't enjoy having to put on a smile when I've spent the last several weeks just being annoyed at all the Christmas craziness. I have better things to do in the evening than come smile at people who I spend all day looking at. There are a few parties I look forward to each year, only two of those happen during the Christmas season, and neither are work related.
9. Lame-ass Christmas bonuses (or lack thereof) - Last year I got a bag of candy and a travel mug. The year before, at my previous employer, I got a freaking Home Depot gift card. WTF? My first two employers post-college gave us some real money. I don't mean to be greedy, but if your employees are doing a good job, reward them with something they deserve and can use.
8. Christmas commercials - for many reasons: first, they come on the TV or radio in October. Please wait until after Turkey day. They guilt you about what you're planning to buy or not planning to buy for other people. They're generally pretty damn stupid. And they're annoying to boot.
7. Decorating -- the house, the tree, pretty much anything. Never been a fan. We always end up with a strand of lights that doesn't work and I have to track down the one freaking bulb in it that is burned out.
6. Christmas decorations going up early -- in stores, in downtowns, on people's cars (of all things, when did this start? I've seen three people this week with wreath decals on their rear window. WTF?) Please wait until after Turkey day
5. Wal-Mart -- I despise Wal-Mart anyway. They're nasty, they're just... at least they're not K-Mart... but I hate having to battle 500 people in the aisles just because I want to get cat litter at a cheap price. Even at 1 am, which is my usual Wal-Mart shopping time, the lines are still a mile long -- although that could be because they ONLY HAVE TWO FREAKING CASH REGISTERS OPEN.
4. Holiday traffic -- it's like everyone on the road was given a temporary pass to be stupid from Halloween to New Year's (not that most of them aren't already doing stupid things) And it's compounded by the increased volume of cars on the road that are being driven to the local shopping/strip malls.
3. Getting the Christmas decorations out -- this always turns into a nightmare of "where did we put this, where did we put that," and then a sea of boxes and packing tissue.
2. Christmas shopping - I hate shopping in general, no matter when or where. I especially can't stand it after Thanksgiving. There are too many people and they all act like they've gone mad. That's why I avoid stores at all costs during the Christmas season.
1. Christmas songs on the radio two weeks before Thanksgiving. .... Again, Turkey day, wait for it.
Stay tuned sometime in the next few weeks for the Top 10 things I enjoy the most about the Christmas season.
Don't get me wrong, I love Christmas. It's my favorite holiday of the year. I love celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ and the spirit of giving. I enjoy giving gifts to those I love.
I just hate everything that modern society has done to dumb this beautiful holiday down to a Christmas rap being sung by a battery operated stuffed penguin with shades on and grillz on his teeth.
It is supposed to be a joyous holiday. It's not supposed to enrage people with incessant holiday commercials that guilt you about the crap you can't afford to buy or Mariah Carey on the radio two weeks before Thanksgiving singing "All I Want for Christmas Is You."
My wife thinks I'm a grinch. I bitch about the commercialization of Christmas every year. I bitch about buying gifts (I love giving them, just not buying them) I bitch about alot of stuff related to Christmas that is all due to the degredation of modern society's morals and character.
So to kick off the Christmas season, I'm going to make a list -- no, it's not my list of presents I want for Christmas (although an actual house would be at the top of the list) --- it's a list of the Top 10 reasons why I hate the Christmas season.
10. Holiday parties at work -- I'm not a social butterfly anyway. I especially don't enjoy having to put on a smile when I've spent the last several weeks just being annoyed at all the Christmas craziness. I have better things to do in the evening than come smile at people who I spend all day looking at. There are a few parties I look forward to each year, only two of those happen during the Christmas season, and neither are work related.
9. Lame-ass Christmas bonuses (or lack thereof) - Last year I got a bag of candy and a travel mug. The year before, at my previous employer, I got a freaking Home Depot gift card. WTF? My first two employers post-college gave us some real money. I don't mean to be greedy, but if your employees are doing a good job, reward them with something they deserve and can use.
8. Christmas commercials - for many reasons: first, they come on the TV or radio in October. Please wait until after Turkey day. They guilt you about what you're planning to buy or not planning to buy for other people. They're generally pretty damn stupid. And they're annoying to boot.
7. Decorating -- the house, the tree, pretty much anything. Never been a fan. We always end up with a strand of lights that doesn't work and I have to track down the one freaking bulb in it that is burned out.
6. Christmas decorations going up early -- in stores, in downtowns, on people's cars (of all things, when did this start? I've seen three people this week with wreath decals on their rear window. WTF?) Please wait until after Turkey day
5. Wal-Mart -- I despise Wal-Mart anyway. They're nasty, they're just... at least they're not K-Mart... but I hate having to battle 500 people in the aisles just because I want to get cat litter at a cheap price. Even at 1 am, which is my usual Wal-Mart shopping time, the lines are still a mile long -- although that could be because they ONLY HAVE TWO FREAKING CASH REGISTERS OPEN.
4. Holiday traffic -- it's like everyone on the road was given a temporary pass to be stupid from Halloween to New Year's (not that most of them aren't already doing stupid things) And it's compounded by the increased volume of cars on the road that are being driven to the local shopping/strip malls.
3. Getting the Christmas decorations out -- this always turns into a nightmare of "where did we put this, where did we put that," and then a sea of boxes and packing tissue.
2. Christmas shopping - I hate shopping in general, no matter when or where. I especially can't stand it after Thanksgiving. There are too many people and they all act like they've gone mad. That's why I avoid stores at all costs during the Christmas season.
1. Christmas songs on the radio two weeks before Thanksgiving. .... Again, Turkey day, wait for it.
Stay tuned sometime in the next few weeks for the Top 10 things I enjoy the most about the Christmas season.
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