The word around my water cooler this morning is that Christmas carolers will be singing outside my office in early afternoon.
It's not that I'm a Scrooge. Really. But standing with a frozen pretend-I'm-enjoying-this smile on my face as adults sing Frosty The Snowman while dressed in Dickens-esque costumes just gives me the creeps.
Kinda makes me feel like this:
Gotta find a place to hide.