Christmas has always been a dreary, hateful holiday for me, at least until this year when we changed it to Tahitimas, a festival of sunshine and luaus and fruity drinks with little umbrellas in them.
But now we have to contend with E*ster, a day when little future doormats are paraded around in frilly dresses (often pink!), sunrise services are held for a resurrected Lord (sunrise - eek!) and copious amounts of candy are consumed.
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