It begins with a simple string of outdoor lights. Then the lights cry out for a wreath, the wreath screams for a red plaid bow, and giant candy canes would sure look nice at the end of the driveway. Before you know it, you are gift wrapping the mailbox, winding tinsel around the luggage rack on the SUV and have six albino deer parked in the front yard.
Join nationally-syndicated humor columnist Lori Borgman as she examines the insanity of Holi-daze bound by family celebrations and holiday