It's usually sometime between Christmas and New Year's Eve that my heart starts to close. As I unknowingly disconnect from home base, my B.S. upstairs tends to throw an embarrassing fiesta.
I hardly notice the mindless partiers, at first. But as the holiday busy-ness winds down, I start tripping over their wicked-heavy baggage. I feel sufficiently indignant, Grinchy and sad, which only causes them to snuggle in closer.