The holidays have crept into my apartment. Fake plastic pine needles are neatly sprinkled throughout my living quarters as my tree sparkles with Christmas cheer.
All talk and no action … As I set my pumpkin on the porch in early October, I am already dreaming of Santa and his eight tiny reindeer. I vow every year to have my tree up before Thanksgiving. And, just like clock work, my laziness kicks in and nothing happens. This year was not the exception.
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