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Post-Christmas blues
This is an archived article that was published on sltrib.com in 2007, and information in the article may be outdated. It is provided only for personal research purposes and may not be reprinted.

After Christmas, my family doesn't know where to put our stuff. We realize the tinsel and poinsettias no longer fit in the boxes destined for the garage.

I have enough lotion to run a bath-and-body boutique. Even though I smashed seven ornaments, and Kiwi, my blind parakeet, attacked another three, taking ornaments off the tree is more painful and time-consuming than taking a family portrait (especially if Uncle John suddenly has narcolepsy and Grandpa can't keep his opinions about my generation to himself).

If you're a teenager, you won't get another allowance until August. After buying presents for others, I realized I didn't have an outfit to flounce around in at holiday parties. So I purchased the first dress, shoes and necklace I saw. I realized the dress was inappropriate for the parties my parents would attend (just kidding, mom), so I bought another dress.

The "If you give a mouse a cookie" effect soon took hold. If you give a 15-year-old a dress, she'll want matching shoes. Then she'll need a pedicure.

My New Year's resolution is to keep Christmas simple. Less decoration and fewer presents (well, maybe not the latter).

Isabelle Ghabash

Bountiful

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