My mother has an iron will. It could smooth the crease in my forehead (and I’m sure she’d oblige). Nothing will stop her from celebrating Christmas. Not even ten degree weather. I have to admire that kind of commitment. However, for me (emphasis on the words, “FOR ME”…as in “NO JUDGEMENT HERE, JUST A DESIRE TO SIT IN THE WARM HOTEL AND DRINK A HOT ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGE”) no Christmas display could possibly be worth becoming a human ice cube. The problems began when I didn’t cop to this upfront. Life lesson from Christmas #39: Communication is paramount to personal happiness.
I did enjoy mass, though. However, the church should fire their costume designer. The star costumes made the kids look like members of the KKK.
Just for today, I can speak my truth on Christmas.