What happens to people in the last six weeks of the year that turns them into assholes and lunatics? Why does the holiday season make us so insane and why do we put up with it?
I don’t want to keep asking questions but that’s what I seem to be filled with when I think of the holidays. I watch people make themselves crazy and I just don’t understand.
Usually, it goes a little something like this.
How about instead of that, we just remember the reason we really love this time of year and keep that at the forefront of everything we do from now until we wake up on January 1st with a raging hangover.