And never brought to mind...

The holidays can be so upsetting. Old wounds are ripped open like presents. Bitter pills with eggnog chasers - tis the season to feel guilty, sad and depressed. The past always returns to haunt me... especially when it straddles and rides the present tense.

Pfft. I need to get out of town and so I will.

Happiness... I'm coming for you. Don't even think about playing hard to get. I'm in no mood.