At 3:07pm on a Monday afternoon, while sighing restlessly alongside other anxious Target customers, I quit Christmas.
I realized I had ruined Christmas. Straight messed it up. Mangled it. Done it a disservice. Boxed it, botched it, in a way I never thought possible. And so there, with my hands full of snowman-decrepit cards that prove to be the only thing left when you shop the week before and a slew of sweaters I never actually needed, I placed my basket on the floor and I walked out of the store.
Tears in my eyes reading this because it is so painfully brutally honestly true it hurts. Thank you.
I’m touched that you were so moved by this post. Please check out Hannah Brencher’s website/blog…she’s the warm loving soul who created moreloveletters.com.