Right now my neighborhood looks as if Christmas came and threw up on everyone’s lawn…except mine. I’m the only house on the block not decked out with lights synched to Gangnam Style or various representations of Santa covering every square inch of yard space.
Instead my house has a menorah on my table and is filled with bitterness at having to shop for Chanukah decorations from an end-cap in the back corner of a Target.
So yeah, I’m kinda pissed.
But at least I can wallow in pisstivity with this celebration of the Holiday blahs from random A Christmas Carol flicks.
That’ll make me feel better.