Holiday Humor

I Smoked a Joint Before I Addressed My Christmas Cards and 400 Years Later I Finally Finished

Alright, alright, alright.

Photo by herbadea Berlin on Unsplash

December sucks. There I said it.

I mean, I like it. The magic that I create. The food that I cook. The family time that I coordinate. The gifts that I buy, wrap, hide, and return.