Santa’s anxious helper

photo of Marlo and Chuck by Heather B. Armstrong for

Last night Chuck saw me bringing up all the holiday decorations and he retreated to a corner of the living room and moped. All that stuff I get to put on his head. All of it. I don’t get it. He’ll get a ton of treats and rich fodder for his poetry. He should be popping champagne in the name of Baby Jesus.