Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year.
And it is perfectly acceptable to pretend it’s winter.
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Until recently I believed that it was impossible for anything or anyone to burst my Christmas bubble. A perfect Christmas balance had been reached and I was merry and bright.
...That was, until my husband was turning the lights off on the Christmas tree and a
killer spider fell viciously jumped onto his back. Said spider was a huntsman and he was big.
In the moment, I naturally offered my husband no support, ran away and screamed that "Christmas was ruined".
I love my Christmas tree A LOT. I dedicate an abnormal amount of time to putting it up and I spend way too much money on decorations that perfectly fit my Christmas theme.
So learning that my tree had been invaded by an eight-legged creature was news that hit me hard.