They scratched up my beloved Christmas CD and delight in pushing down the walls to my meticulously made gingerbread homes. They keep draining out the water from the Christmas tree stand and crawl into my children’s ears at night while they are sleeping….which makes my kids whiney and ungrateful. They mercilessly tied me up and made me watch, while adding things to my “to do” list. At night they hide inside the bin of tangled up holiday lights, waiting to nibble away any last bit of my patience, plotting my holiday breakdown. Those gloomy, cheerless, hardhearted words….Bah Humbug.