I know what we’ve been told.
But let’s be real: This often isn’t the most wonderful time of the year. It can be, however, the most uncomfortable.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m no scrooge. I love a sugar cookie, the smell of Fraser fir, and the nostalgia evoked by many well-worn customs as much as — sometimes even more than — the next gal.
But for the sake of our sanity and collective mental health, I firmly believe we need to put the kibosh on some of these “traditions”.