Tidings of Discomfort and Toys: Merry Christmas Mom, to Everyone Who Isn’t You

Tidings of Christmas Cheer

Christmas, Thank You Sweet Baby Jesus, is finally over. All the guests have gone home, TO THEIR OWN HOMES, and your house is finally empty. Except for your kids—they remain.  You couldn’t convince any of the guests to take them. Which you sort of understand—they really are impossible creatures. The stockings hang flaccid on the […]

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