Hello, Internet. I'm going to tell you something personal. Please don't pass it on. I trust that you won't since we are so close.
I. Don't. Like. Christmas. Decorating.
There. I love my house after it's decorated; I enjoy immensely other people's efforts to make the world a Christmas-y wonderland. But today I actually compared trying to make myself decorate for Christmas to having a research paper hanging over my head.
I wish I could just come home and find that someone has broken into my house and put up all of my Christmas stuff. Or how about this? Someone come to my house and put all of my Christmas stuff up while I make you a fantastic dinner to enjoy as payment. I know - not quite even. How about two dinners?
Please don't condemn me. There are just other things I like to do in my very little spare time.