27-year-old Margie Williams has found a way to get into the Christmas spirit on a budget this year by simply leaving her loose, unmatched socks out overnight.
How festive!
“Socks, stockings, what’s the difference?” Margie told reporters. “It doesn’t matter that it’s mostly plain, white Hanes socks scattered around my apartment, it has never felt jollier in here!”
She continued, saying, “Decorating for the holidays is so easy! I just slack on my chores a little and boom – Christmas magic!”
Yes! Slow living will definitely get you in the holiday spirit!
Margie said that in addition to leaving her unsorted socks scattered around her apartment, she also leaves food out on plates in her living room overnight.
“It’s so fun to wake up in the morning and see a little nibble taken out of whatever I was too lazy to throw out last night,” she told reporters. “Doesn’t matter if it’s mice or Santa himself – it’s just nice to know someone’s appreciating my efforts!”
Margie’s roommate definitely hasn’t been feeling very appreciative of her roommate’s holiday proclivities.
“Leaving all of the lights on in our apartment overnight is not the same thing as hanging up Christmas lights!” Margie’s roommate, Alison, told reporters. “All of Margie’s so-called ‘efforts’ just amount to her avoiding basic responsibilities and then calling the results ‘festive.’ Like, yeah, I get that sorting socks is boring, but she can’t just leave them strewn about our shared space and call it ‘decor.’”
“She told me she didn’t take out the trash because she was going for a ‘maximalist’ Christmas vibe this year,” Alison added. “How the hell is an overfilled trash can Christmas related?”
Alison told reporters that if Margie didn’t start pulling her weight in the apartment, she would need to find a new place to live.
As of press time, Margie had given in to Alison’s demands and picked her socks up off the floor. However, she insisted on continuing to leave her leftover food and dirty plates out in the living room overnight because she was worried the mice might go hungry.
Aw, now that’s in the spirit of the season!
At first, Alison was fine with that compromise. That is, until her brain processed what her roommate had actually said and she pounded on her Margie’s door, yelling, “Wait, we have mice?”
