I haven’t bought a single Christmas gift. Not one. Mom arrives today and she’ll be the only one I have to take care of on an immediate basis. But even that looks to fail. I am such a bad, horrible, naughty son.
On the happy chapter of this post is that Jakob, my boss and creative director invited us to his place on Christmas Day/Eve (no clue actually – he’s Swedish – but we’re in nutty USA) for home cocked Christmas dinner and joy. Bliss covered my face before I realized the pressure-cooker about this. Which means I probably have to buy his whole family presents too. Even when Christmas spirit really proves to exists and shows there is hope after all it fails.
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