Christmas comes but once a year, and that’s one too many times for me.
This year is no different, but the hated holiday brings more than slacking workers and “holiday cheer.”
A blast from my past, the woman I've watched for over a decade, stumbles into my life, wreaking havoc to all my well-laid plans
This year, it isn’t Santa’s list she needs to worry about.
Daddy’s made a list of his own, and as far as I’m concerned, she’s been very naughty.
Merry Christmas to me.
