I remember a long time ago when I was just a small child, a happy time of songs, smells and sights.
My heart would skip a beat at the mention of this magical time.
Everyone you knew from mean old man upstairs to your best friends actually became nicer. I mean really nice.
People would say please and thank you. Total strangers would wish you a good day, and the smell of spiced cakes and pies were everywhere.
And this is is sunny Los Angeles.
People where just happier back then, or so I remember.
Of course I'm talking about Christmas past...
I have just survived another budget busting, blood pressure popping, big o' piece of steaming reindeer turd of a holiday.
Am I ever glad its over.
Christmas has lost all its shiny luster this year. I have been yelled at by old ladies. Harassed by skater punks and insulted by sales people as they make off the cuff remarks about my choice of "gifts" to my loved ones.
