My mom has been forgetting to hang the Christmas Witch on the door the last few years, so she’s been given to me. Now she’s hanging on my front door. The witch, not my mom.
This is a family tradition for us. When I was growing up, every year my mom would hang this witch on our front door in October. Then she’d forget to take her down again until some time in January. Thus she came to be known as the Christmas Witch.
Makes me wonder what kind of bizarro traditions I’m forging in my own kids’ lives.
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