I'm not a big fan of the "Sparkle Season" - as whatever affection I once had for the holidays was destroyed by years of working retail - but this year I have been especially Grinch-y and sour. I can only recall one previous holiday when I was similarly disgruntled and exhausted. That year I spent Christmas day alone, watching the movie "Falling Down" on repeat, as my only day off between 12 hour shifts at the mall.
So I'm not joking around when I say I'm really not into the holidays this year.
However, my mom gave me 2 jars of homemade jam and a freshly baked loaf of gluten free bread this morning, and suddenly I feel a lot less like burning down the entire world.
BEHOLD! The power of jam!
I mean, I'm not at Christmas morning post-ghost Scrooge level of cheer - and probably never will be - but I'm way less likely to stab someone now, and that totally counts for something. Right?