Now, my Christmas failure does not just include dreadful cards. Oh, it runs much deeper. I think I should never be allowed to decorate a tree by myself ever again. For the first 19 years of my life, I decorated a tree with family members, typically my mother. Last year, I didn't have a tree. But this year? Last night, it was just me, a small tree on my coffee table, some decorations, tinsel, and a mess of lights and cables.
This was the end result:
So yes, I fail at Christmas. At least I do mopey stinginess and cynicism well!