Looking at me, I am a walking contradiction. I am soft and sweet but tasteless and crude; I am smart and funny but stubborn and really obtuse. I am traditional... yet I really hate tradition.
As a parent, I know there is no crazier time in the year than the selling of Santa and Jesus and good holiday cheer. Yet, that's exactly how I need it to be in my life, because growing up, I worked my ass-off all year long hoping the Big Guy wearing a red suit would not forget me.