a tad bit sick of listening to christmas music.

it's true. i'm sick of it. i was so excited by the joy of christmas that I became a loyal listener to the christmas station on Thanksgiving day. Enough about Santa, Rudolph and dreaming about white christmases already!
It was somewhat anticlimatic this year. No children frolicking around in the house asking about Santa or even much family to spend it with this year. Just my mother and I.. which could easily have been a nightmare, but it turned out we got along well. She sent me home with about forty-seven thousand ornaments for Dougie, the dying Christmas tree. He likes to excrement needles all over the floor and reject all somewhat heavy ornaments with which i have attempted to adorn. I suppose his branches are withering and the end is near for his short lifespan.
I also arrived home with two lovely longaberger baskets (things i could never afford)
as well as some lovely dishes and such useful things to scatter around the townhome with glee.

The end.