The
red kettles are out. Your neighbors’ inner Griswald is running amok with reckless
disregard for any neighborhood covenants. And where the skies are so blue, the
outdoor temperature is dropping faster than the President’s approval rating. It
can only mean one thing: It’s Christmas
time… and THAT can only mean one other thing: You are about to be disappointed.
Contrary
to what any sane reader of the Morrow Family Christmas Letter would conclude,
we actually