Deck the halls.

I have a confession to make. Secretly, I'm all over holiday kitsch. Snowy village coffee mugs, garish Rudolph sweaters, UNC Santa figurines - you name it. The thing is, I'm a reasonable human being who is willing to make compromises with the people I have to live with.

Scott would prefer that anything that crosses the threshold into this house have neither visible logo (unless it's a Nike Swoosh or Jumpman icon and even then only on a sneaker) nor color scheme not easily found in nature. If it were up to him, the holiday cards we send to all his acquaintances would be solid silver with no design on the outside with the word "Happy." printed in foil on the inside. He would then sign his name with a flourish beneath it and call it a day.

I have squashed my desires for garish seasonal décor in order to keep the peace. Yes, I send my friends and relatives cards that I KNOW are borderline gauche. They expect that from me - it's one of the few ways I exhibit personality, and if I sent them some boring-ass card they'd probably think that I was depressed.

Next year, though - you wait and see. I'm going to have this house so decked out in a rainbow of large size Christmas lights that you can see it in space. Additionally, just for the hell of it, I'm going to get one of these and place it in the window instead of a Christmas tree.