D is a big ol' Scroogy Grinch.
Every Christmas I get so excited; I bake, I cook, I decorate, and he just sits there and grunts. I try twice as hard to make things christmassy for him and nada-nothing. I ask him to help and he just gets even moodier. "I don't care if the presents are under a tree or in the cupboard"
He is a proper Grinch.
But he says he likes the
He doesn't get excited by the tree or Christmas cookies and says he doesn't care what we eat as long as its "okay" (oatmeal for him it is then,) by the time Christmas is anywhere near he has depressed me so much I become a miserable lump.
In hopes of convincing him of his errant ways I told him all it takes is a cuddle by the christmas tree, putting the lights up with me and maybe hanging some mistletoe somewhere mischievous (at this point I had to hit him