Seven Signs You’re Addicted to Christmas Treats
That bad elbow has been officially diagnosed as Sugar Cookie tendonitis but you don’t care, you’re never giving up your sport.
If your house caught on fire you would be torn between either rescuing your spouse or his fudge rum balls.
“Yahoooo! No wait . . . I mean darn the luck.”
While you love the puppy you got for Christmas you’re convinced you’d love him even better if he was covered in chocolate and had a chewy nugget center.
You’re faking a limp just so you can justify carrying around that humongous candy cane.
You’ve started referring to your troubles as your truffles.
You lied and told your children all their gingerbread men had been abducted by aliens so that they could conduct eating experiments even though it was really you conducting the eating experiments.
” Please! Stop! Can’t you see I hate myself enough already?”
And the final way to tell if you’ve become addicted to Christmas treats?
You resorted to eating some old-fashioned Christmas Candy that you found painted to the bathroom shelf of your grandmother’s house and were so ashamed you checked yourself into Christmas Treat rehab.
Answer: No.
And there you have it, Dear Readers, how to tell if you’ve become addicted to Christmas Treats.
Until next time . . . I love you
Linda Vernon Humor 
Well that’s it. I’ve checked off everyone one and now I need Christmas treat rehab. Between that and my candy corn addiction, I can no longer celebrate half of the major American holidays.
I cannot find candy corn anywhere! What is the world coming to?
I wonder if I’m addicted. I’ve given up meals until all the Christmas treats are gone ’cause I don’t want to gain weight. What do ya think Linda?
PS I miss you Linda and Happy Belated Birthday!
Dorothy
I remember those petrified candies from the 60s. Aging them a few decades won’t help. Perhaps scientist can figure out how to turn them into fossil fuel.
I have to go now. I hear a coconut bonbon calling me.
Lucky. My candy never talks to me. I guess I never give it long enough to think of something to say before I eat it.
It’s been more of the chocolates than cookies this year, though we did make a small batch for Santa.