Then January comes and here comes the hangover. Credit card statements. Now how the hell did I spend THAT much money!? I HATE to shop! Dammit. And I love taking down all the Christmas decorations when wouldn't you know it, my kids magically disappear because they're busy with homework, getting together with friends, sleeping and eating. Dammit.
It is a relief when it's over, everything is put away and you feel the pressure off. Until some moron says "only 340 days until Christmas". It takes every ounce of my power to keep from hitting said person in the throat. This is probably also the same asshole that shops for Christmas in July.
Anyone got a rocket launcher?