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Christmas 2024 at the Old Folks Home is a Wrap
A glimpse of a mature celebration
Joy to the world — it’s over!
Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas, but it’s draining. During the festivities, my mind wanders back to our own old folks home where it’s just me, my husband, and two dogs.
Forget sugar plums — what dances in my head are visions of peace and sounds of silence.
When the kids were little I would mourn the end of the Christmas Season, now I mourn the beginning. Those damn holiday songs start the day after Halloween. By Christmas, I am over it.
The commercials of a blindfolded wife escorted to her snowy driveway on Christmas morning to see her husband, who is probably sleeping with his secretary and pilfering money from his company, gifting her a brand-new Lexus makes me nauseous.
I will never wear the color red again — until next year. Red plaid pants, red sequined skirt, red sweater dress, red cable knit sweater, red tafeta blouse — my Christmas wardrobe leaves me seeing RED!
Not to mention the chaos of six grandkids ages 18–6 running around the house yelling, “Give it back…it’s mine” after the Secret Santa gift exchange. That idea didn’t go over as well as planned.