🎄 When Monday Crawls Out From Under Your Tree… 🎄

 

Listen… I don’t care how old we get—there’s always that moment in December when you’re minding your festive business, sipping cocoa, living your best jingle-bell life…
and then suddenly you feel a disturbance in the force.

Not Santa.
Not the Elf on the Shelf.
Not Cousin Eddie pulling up in the RV again.

Nope.
It’s MONDAY… slithering into your holiday weekend like the Grinch trying to steal your last shred of peace.

You’re there, glowing under the lights, wrapped in a blanket like a Hallmark princess…
and Monday’s over there crawling under the Christmas tree whispering,
“Pssst… surprise! Time to be productive again.”

The AUDACITY.

This is why I say:
If you hear rustling under the tree and it’s not your cat, run.
If your ornaments start shaking, run.
If you see a green, petty lil’ creature with bad vibes and a clipboard?
Girl… hide behind the presents and play dead.

Because honestly?
Monday doesn’t care that it’s the holidays.
Monday doesn’t care that you still have leftovers to eat, candles to light, or online orders to pretend weren’t your fault.
Monday just wants to drag you back into reality like,
“Clock in, sweetheart. We got bills.”

But don’t worry—
We’ve survived every Monday so far…
even the ones that felt like the Grinch AND Scrooge teamed up for a crossover episode.

So sip your cocoa.
Turn up the Mariah.
And if Monday tries crawling toward you again…

Just shake the tree until it falls off. 🎄💅😌