As a college student, December is a blur. you've barely finished digesting Thanksgiving dinner, then you're on to cramming for finals, finishing up end of semester projects, cramming for finals, putting up Christmas decorations, cramming for finals, shopping for presents, cramming for finals, and did I mention cramming for finals? It can make a girl miss the whole spirit of the season.
For me, however, there is one activity that can provide all the joy, laughter and nostalgia that the holidays should bring. This, of course, is the annual: My mom makes my dad put up Christmas lights.
My dad is a sweet, easy going person who bends over backward to make everyone happy, particularly my mom. My dad reserves this one day of the year, however, to become a grumbling old kill joy, which tickles me to pieces.
Every year he shimmies up the ladder and puts up the Christmas magic with a frown on his face and a grumble in his heart. He is the Grinch-y, Scrooge-y, Humbug that everyone loves until it is all over and my mom is smiling at the house all lit up. His frost melts and he is back to my same old dad.
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