If your mom isn’t swinging an ornament between her legs for money, is it even Christmas???
Escaping LA for the holidays be like…
…or my work sending out a departmental email letting us know that we’ll only be getting the day after christmas off instead of the entire week (like we have for the previous 7 years).
Excuse me while I open this box of fruit-by-the-foot I bought for my nephew and eat my feelings.
Who needs a christmas tree when you can just throw some lights on a fiddle leaf fig bush?