I'm such a bad uncle. Every year I go into the Christmas season with the best of intentions — and exit with the worst of excuses.
It's that dreaded gift-giving time of year, and I had to wrap a gift for my work Christmas party. Naturally, it didn't go quite as I intended. It never does.
The Christmas season brings out the best in people — and the worst.
A Starbucks Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate always brings a smile to my face — except the time Starbucks did it's best to kill my Christmas spirit.