The turkey is gobbled and the pumpkins are mulch. You’re allowed to decorate. It’s OK now.
My pockets overflow with Hershey wrappers. They tumble out along the floor like product placement in a Hansel and Gretel movie.
Long after other toys, clothes, and jewelry fade into flea market fodder, they’ll still be the presents that remain in places of prominence.
When you stop believing, Santa stops coming, right?
Once you let go of the notion that only certain people in certain spots in your life can be designated as family members, the world feels more inclusive than ever before.
Just because someone doesn’t like birthday cake doesn’t mean they can’t enjoy their birthday.
“What time do you guys fight Santa?”