That sounds like such a harsh word to use on the day after Christmas.
But here's what I don't like about America.
On December 26th, you wake up to a city completely back to normal.
It's almost as if Christmas never happened.
No more music on the radio.
No more festive get-togethers, except New Year's Eve,
which isn't much more than a thin excuse to get drunk.
One of my neighbors even had their tree out for the garbage already.
Didn't anyone ever hear of the 12 days of Christmas?
Why is it that much of the world acknowledges that Christmas lasts for 12 days,
and Americans think Christmas ends on December 25th?
Even Mother Nature didn't seem to be in the mood anymore.
She added to the gloom this morning.
This is what we woke up to as the fog rolled in and out.
It didn't clear until after 3 in the afternoon.
On a good day, this is what it should look like.
No fog & no storm damage.
The best thing was this silent ghostly ship floating on the mist.