First Came the Baby

There was no romance in our decision to marry. There was no proposal. There was no engagement ring–just a positive pregnancy test.

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Dear Santa, I’m just not that into you.

I have no problem celebrating Christmas. I love Christmas. I love the lights. I love getting together with family and eating a shitload of calories. I love Stevie Wonder’s Someday at Christmas holiday album. Before I had kids to drag around everywhere, I used to love the fake fir scent permeating every overly heated department store I entered. I’ll even hit up a midnight mass if any one of my family really wanted to go.
I do have one problem: Santa.