Happy Holidays?
I don't hate the birth of the Son of God. I hate the mopping, the scrubbing of bathroom, the dusting, the hiding of stuff and mess so no guest can see them. I hate the rearrangement of the cave for just that 1 day of a year. I hate sitting through a timelapse of strangers and familiars. I hate cleaning up after them. It's that time of the year, again, when I feel powerless and unbelong.
GOD hath mercy on this Grinch.