Sometimes I hate holidays. Well, no - I like the time off from work. So "hate" isn't the correct word.

But I dislike the stress that comes with holidays. SO I do everything I can to alleviate the pain. Like go out of town when possible, or schedule visits during certain holidays so I'm not hanging out too long at places I don't wanna be.

And as far as decorating - I'm a freak in that area as well. I hate it.

The thing is, I HAVE to decorate: I have kids, and they deserve to experience the festivities of holidays. So guess what I do? Here's Christmas...

1) Buy the package of decorations at Target so I don't have to individually pick em out

2) Order a fake Christmas tree. There's no way I'm haggling at the tree lot with the guy (out in the cold!) when I can just get an artificial Christmas tree just as easily. No, easier.

3) Put it all up in one night with the kids' help

4) Get drunk.

Okay so call me a scrooge. That's what I do...