Have a Very Merry Titmas

As is my tradition, I wish you all a very merry Titmas, regardless of your religious belief or lack thereof.

I considered trying something new and wishing you a Merry Clitmas …

… but I didn’t want any men to miss my holiday message.

Instead, I will share this beautiful — but still funny! — story by poet Andrea Gibson called, “I’m Allergic to Christmas.” It begins:

“My partner Meg loves Christmas more than Santa loves cookies. Each year she spends weeks wrapping gifts. It’s not that she has an unusually high number of gifts to wrap. It’s that she’s addicted to wrapping everything she can get her tape on. If she’s giving you tea, she’s likely to wrap each individual tea bag. If she’s giving you socks, don’t be surprised to find each sock wrapped separately. The best gift I can give Meg each year is to let her wrap the gifts that I got for her.”

Continue reading here. You won’t regret it.

If you’re on Instagram and prefer to read the story as a series of slides, start here, but there are more lovely photos in the newsletter version.

Hopefully, I’ll post here again very soon. If I don’t, you can assume that Baby the cat has taken his violent revenge on both me and the dog.

I swear that Baby was only dressed as a gingerbread man for a few seconds, but that was clearly long enough for the terrifying Icelandic Yule Cat to radicalize him. Wish us luck!