I am QUEER for Christmas.
I’m all about decorating the Christmas tree, hanging up lights, wearing red and green clothing, listening to cheezy Christmas music… this list goes ON.
I remember when I would go home for break during college and drag every last Christmas box full of decorations, put on my favorite Manheim Steamroller Christmas album, and go to town decorating the entire house.
This year… not so much.
I haven’t even made any chocolate covered pretzels, which are my SPECIALTY.
What is wrong with me???
I feel like New York City should be the perfect place to get into the Holiday Spirit. There is music everywhere, GINORMOUS trees in every last corner of the streets and every single Starbucks, bar and restaurant is selling some form of Hot, Egg Nog, Peppermint Mocha, Ale, blah blah blah blah.
Even though I’m currently looking at my incredibly cute little tree with matching ornaments of teal and silver (with cranberry accents), I don’t feel very Christmas-y.
I think I’m missing this little snow man, who I haven’t seen in almost a YEAR:
(He looks so angry in this picture because he HATES when we take up his room with the tree!)
And these people…
Someone help put me in the Christmas spirit before I turn into the GRINCH! Or worse… this guy…