O Come All Ye Disloyal, Destitute and Defeated
The Christmas season is upon us! This used to be my favorite time of year. I loved decorating every inch of the house and throwing lights over everything that would stand still. As Jon would drag the boxes out of the attic, I would crank up the Christmas tunes and our house instantly became the happiest place on earth. I have slightly doctored visions of us laughing, kissing and gleefully enjoying the season. In these visions nobody gets frustrated with kids who aren’t helping, or husbands who don’t understand how to hang a garland properly. Nobody curses at the pre-lit tree for missing a section of lights or slams the door to the garage as they are putting the boxes up after asking someone else to help 6 times. Nope, those things never happened. Well, maybe they did, but it didn’t matter because there was love everywhere. We didn’t have to exist in perfect conflict-free harmony 100% of the time because the undercurrent of love and the assurance of acceptance and com