It has a bunch of lights, more garland than you can shake your mistletoe at, and while its not a tacky silver holographic tree, its definitely ugly, and I kinda love it. Le ho, ho, ho.
Lucky for me, my family is far away, which gives me the other Thanksgiving tradition of inviting my friends over for the big meal, and then we just have fun without drama.
The only thing funnier than nipple-concealing petals was the woman behind me who high-tailed it to the next aisle as I took photos of bras with my phone. I think she may have left a child behind in her haste to get away from the crazy lady on acid who thinks its hilarious to take photos of lingerie in Target while slurping her real (I think) latte and pretending she’s actually one of the “normal” ones.