Have you been naughty or nice?
"You don't know the trouble I've had in my life"
Happy golden days of yore.
'Tis the season for being inclusive!
Keep your new private jet, Bieber! I love my socks and underwear.
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Even though Christmas is on Saturday, I honestly couldn't care less this year. With everyone around me so happy and festive, I feel like the odd-woman-out. However, I think I have a decent excuse. Instead of “Jingle Bell Rock” in my head and busy days spent shopping at the mall, I'm singing the Student Loan Blues while staring at my empty bank account.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year— except for the fact that you’re at the top of Santa’s Naughty List. Coal definitely isn’t something you put on your wish list this year but we both know you’ll be getting a lot of it. Luckily it’s not too late to trick Santa into thinking you walk around with a halo on top of your head. Here are some ways to redeem yourself.
Whether you're buying yourself a post-exam present or looking to put something on your list for Santa (with exact color, size and style....you don't want him to get it wrong, do you?) boots should be high on your list. Temperatures are dropping, the snow is starting to fall and your toes are starting to get cold.
So it's Christmas Eve, you just got home from school, and sometime between the TV marathons and the Facebook-stalking your BFFs on their tropical vacations, you realized you hadn't done much Christmas shopping. And now it's Christmas Eve and you still haven’t gotten those important people their gifts yet.
Santa photos are a holiday tradition in many families, including mine. And I don't know about anyone else, but I can't remember ever liking the process of getting my picture taken with that weird old guy. Most of my memories fall into one of two categories: fear, because I thought it was the real Santa and I was afraid he knew all the bad things I'd done; and complete paranoia that someone I know might be walking though the mall and see me standing in line.