I have been trying to figure out why I've been such a Grinch about Christmas this year. Sure, we are cutting back just like everyone else, but that shouldn't impact my enthusiasm for this glorious holiday. I LOVE to send cards - not doing it this year. I LOVE to buy presents - haven't even started. I LOVE to decorate my tree - it's still in the attic. What in the world is going on?
Well folks, this morning I found the culprits. Their names are Personal Property Tax, and his evil twin Real Estate Tax. These jokers show up in my mailbox every year looking for money. They are never invited, and they certainly aren't welcome. BUT, they know that I HAVE to give them a check. When do they always decide to collect? THREE WEEKS BEFORE CHRISTMAS! Sorry, I didn't mean to shout.
Don't they KNOW that it's the worst possible time of the year for an added expense? Yes, I believe they do. Why can't they show up in the summer, when I'm not stressed about finding the perfect gift for so-and-so, or about getting out of the store alive when I go to purchase that perfect gift ON SALE? I suppose they just don't care about my plight.
Now that they have been paid, I hope I can forget about these dudes for another year. I'm ready to get EXCITED about Christmas:)
Cindy Lou Hoo got over it, and so will I!