Christmas. It’s always been mildly traumatic for me. And no, it’s not that I’m mistletoe-a-phobic or otherwise afflicted by Christmas related paranoia (good guess though, it’s in character). Nor is it the stress of the season. I love the hustle and bustle, the lush smell of spiced cider simmering on the stove, the sweet strains of Christmas music. I love visiting family and giggling as I resist the urge to poke, prod, and shake my[...]
