…and I don’t mean my holey sock. I mean Christmas. The co-hab and I were really looking forward to leaving the angst-ridden same ol’, same ol’ of every bloody year, and traveling north for a brand new Christmas experience. But today, the hotel sent me an email saying they had had too few Christmas bookings and thus couldn’t possibly invest in a Santa Clausey hotel package. And now I’m left here cursing all the Swedes who have decided to travel to the sun this December rather than staying loyal to the cold and the snow. What were you thinking? Not of me and my co-hab, that’s for sure! Damn you all!