Want to know why the Saturday after Thanksgiving is not my favorite?
The Christmas tree.
That’s right, folks. Until they can make a Christmas tree that fluffs itself and a prelit tree that stays lit rather than burning out at the center strip only, the Saturday after turkey day will always be the second worst day of the year. The first worst being the day I have to take all of those dadgum ornaments off and try to cram the well fluffed tree back into its teeny-tiny cardboard box.
The kids just don’t appreciate what I do for them.