somewhere there’s a hotel of santa’s imported from around the country belligerent & snapping towels at each other.
there’s a woman utterly convinced that the priest & tv crew of a paranormal-based reality show are exorcising her grandmother.
my cousin, who is thirty five and divorced takes it upon himself to give his two younger cousins, both sixteen, “the talk” about boys and girls.
and why is it every year feels less and less like christmas?