Here we go, plunging headlong into the holidays once more. It should be one of our finest hours. Well, shouldn’t it? Chestnuts roasting on the open fire. Hallmark Card moments. Visions of New England village greens. All that caring and sharing, caroling and toasting.
But we know what lurks behind the dancing sugar plums. Arrgghhh! It’s miles of malls. Lines at the Post Office. Parking lot fender benders. A string of lights with a missing bulb. Dashing out for a tree, a card, one more present.