A Not So Merry Start to Christmas In New York

This morning, I woke up at 5 a.m., only to be greeted by a cockroach that had entered my apartment.  Had Santa left me a pet? At least he could have gift wrapped it.  As I struggled out of bed, I grabbed my cane and crushed the son of a b**** (the cockroach; not Santa). What a way to start Christmas morning. Alone in my apartment, having killed my only visitor, watching the “A Christmas Story” marathon on TBS.