I love Christmas. I really do. Not necessarily in a religious kind of way, but certainly in a “let’s all reflect on the past year by sitting around a fire with family even though these memories of Christmases past are almost certainly overly romanticized versions of reality” kind of way.
But one thing I don’t like about Christmastime is the tired, lazy “…
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