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I can appreciate really chic, minimalist Christmas decorations; silver tinsel and gold baubles on a massive tree propped up in the vault ceiling of the foyer, mini trees sparkling in white crystal on the table in the hall, silver wreath on the door. It’s pretty, and adult and stylish and all that, but it’s not my Christmas. My Christmas is a tree that’s a bit too big for the ceiling in the lounge and a bit too close to the sofa but when you’re opening presents you’re going to want to pull the cushions straight onto the floor and get right up underneath the fragrant boughs laden with baubles of every color and hand-painted pine cones and cardboard snowflakes that you made in elementary school and half-eaten caramel corn strings and twinkling rainbow lights. The tree topper will be an angel or a star that the family made together out of paper-mache and colored in with dry-erase markers someone found in a desk drawer and beneath the tree presents will be wrapped in zig-zagging layers of paper with dancing Santas and penguins and those abstract patterns printed on the thick sweaters everyone wears the whole month long. Every available table surface will be covered in poinsettias and Russian-doll snowmen and paper snowflakes will be taped to every window and you’re not sure where to hang the stockings at first since you don’t actually have a fireplace so you settle for the stretch of wall above the TV and then you’re not sure how to hang them so you settle for thumbtacks which give up once you start adding stocking stuffers and you have to spend fifteen minutes fishing the damn things from behind the entertainment system and after all that you decide to pick a particularly sturdy looking branch for each stocking and settle for having a few over-loaded boughs stretching towards the floor which is already speckled with pine needles that will probably (definitely) stay there until the tree is finally removed (likely in February). My Christmas is excessively colorful and lacks a theme and clutters every common area. My Christmas is tacky and too sweet and absolutely perfect.
My roommate and I are really sick and we look like shit, but we were hungry so we ordered pizza.
But we didn’t want anyone to see us, so we asked them over the phone if we can leave the money on the door and they can just drop off the pizza.
The guy said sure.
So we decided to leave a nice little note
and we hung it above the door bell. I hope they like it!
i asked my dad to take me to mcdonalds and he said “hold on im busy” but all hes doing is watching youtube videos of people fighting at walmart on black friday
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