Idina Menzel and Michael Buble recorded a cover of “Baby It’s Cold Outside” together, and instead of starring in the music video themselves, they enlisted two precious kids to perform in their place. With the help of some fierce dance skills and updated lyrics that are slightly less creepy than the originals, these two can get even the Grinchiest among us at least a teensy bit onboard with the oncoming madness of the holiday season. [BuzzFeed]
Last night, I was in a candy shop in my neighborhood waiting for the owner of the store to cut some marshmallows for me when a woman walked in, dropped a bag on the counter (literally dropped, as in held it high in the air over the counter and then let go, letting it fall to the surface), and told the associate at the counter, “I have to return these. They’re disgusting. I tried them, and I almost vomited.” Keep reading »
My parents separated during my senior year of high school. That was bad enough, not because I was upset at the time about them separating, but because that first holiday season was weird — my dad was there, but only begrudgingly on my mom’s part — and once the divorce proceedings started and things got ugly, we started having to split up the holidays. My dad had moved to Madison, Wisconsin, while my mom had the house in a Chicago suburb that we’d grown up in, so it was easier for my sisters and I to do Christmas stuff with my mom. But it was a balancing act.
It got worse when I got into a relationship with my now-ex, the year I graduated from high school, because his family was intensely territorial about holidays and easily offended. So I had to see my dad, I had to see my mom and sisters, I had to see my ex’s mom and siblings, and, if possible, we’d spend time with his dad, too, but not always. Two sets of divorced parents is a pain in the ass. It’s bad when it’s two sets of parents, period, but four gets extreme. My dad has learned to work around this problem by doing family get-togethers before or after the actual holiday. Keep reading »
Every year in the beginning of November, I start panicking about the upcoming holidays and all of the presents I need to get. I have a particularly large family with some especially difficult characters to buy for (and I can only purchase so many checkout aisle tchotchkes), so I usually find myself wandering the ravaged aisles of Target and Marshall’s on Christmas day looking for last-minute gifts. Not this year, my friends… not this year. Keep reading »