Holiday Home
**It's hard to remember the last time I was joyous for the holidays. I think the rebel in me is anti anything that is forced upon me like 'good cheer' and 'goodwill towards man'. Instead of wallowing in my grumpiness, I've decided to write a holiday story to work through the coldness in my heart. I realized this whilst watching a Disney Christmas movie featuring Ludacris. I was like a vampire stepping into the sun...hissing, and hiding my face at all the cute shit. Perhaps writing a cute (enough)story will lure me out of my darkness and into a little less darkness. Here's my attempt at good cheer and goodwill towards man... Holiday Home .** 1- His Tree Is Huge Josephine adjusts her weekend duffle bag on her shoulder as she finds the key to the front door. She uses a foot to hold it as she grabs a Trader Joes shopping bag off the ground beside her. Closing the door gently behind her she enjoys the warmth of being back in her mother's home. The
