A Rant With No Rave

Without going into the details of my sad-sack life, I think at this point I am allowed to say that this is officially the worst holiday season of my short life. Basically, it would take a Christmas miracle for me to muster up any red-and-green-type cheer this year. Or at least a break from this chest-crushing cough I've developed and kept for well over two weeks now.

On the brighter side, I did have another snow day last Friday, which allowed me to stay cocooned in my blankets for most of the daylight hours (and all of the dark ones), thus effectively sealing my fate as the official least-prepared-for-Christmas-person alive. I did get up for long enough on Sunday to brave Wal*Marts crowds in search of curling ribbon (at the request of my mother), and the mullets and bickering I encountered were enough to send me straight back to bed. I also managed to whip up a batch of my spiced pecans for my volunteers, hopefully the seniors will be able to chew them.

Maybe this is one of those times I'm supposed to encourage my readers to telepathically send me wishes for a wonderful 25th- you know, like when Santa needs Christmas cheer for his sleigh to work? But really I'd rather you just send me wishes that I get an iPod on the 25th. So don't waste your wishes on Ms. Grinch.