I used to be a terrible, terrible Grinch. Looking back and forward at how my own flesh and blood behave, well, it's no wonder my brother and his girlfriend left town to have Christmas by themselves at a resort of last resort.
There is a thing, though, learned from the family I married in to. A little secret to a happy Christmas, but first a little preamble. Because there is one person, yourself, you must live with every day of your life, others, come and go, some fade and others storm away, some arrive on the backs of rainbows, angels of mercy in your times of need, some just appear and you realise they've been there quite the while with you hardly noticing. It is because you to yourself are permanent, and all others wax and wane, you must remember yourself at Christmas, and get yourself a little something, something that makes you smile.
This was under $4. And it makes me smile. You go make yourself smile too. You're worth it.