Christmas comes but once a year, and that’s one too many times for me
This year is no different, but the hated holiday brings more than slacking workers and “holiday cheer.”
A blast from my past not only infiltrates my workspace with her incompetence, she shows up at a secret retreat – wreaking havoc to my well-laid plans.
It won’t be Santa she has to worry about pleasing. I will bend her to my will by bending her over my bench.
Merry Christmas to me.