April Humason

(Fort Worth, Texas)

Christmas Disaster


The house was clean and peaceful and I was so grateful. But then Christmas morning arrived and I would be frowning. I would wrap for hours and hours and all they needed was five minutes to unwrap all those gifts. I spent days and days shopping and now I'm gasping for air under there trash. I was sleepy and they thought I was being bitchy. Don't get me wrong I love Christmas but it makes such an enormous mess. My finances or empty but at least I got to go to a party. The food was tasty but I was still snooty. The family was ghostly but I was lovely.

Submitted: Thursday, December 26, 2013
Edited: Thursday, December 26, 2013

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