Something just doesn’t seem right when it’s 50 degrees outside on Christmas Eve, New England hasn’t seen more than a dusting of snow, and there’s NFL football on for the next 48 hours straight.
None of this will stop me from eating too much, drinking too much, and inevitably saying too much about some distant relative and getting my ass unceremoniously kicked. Gotta keep up traditions.
At some point, I’ll flip the channel and catch the greatest Christmas movie ever: A Christmas Story. TNT or TBS shows it continuously for the next two days. And for that, I’m thankful.
Go finish your shopping and hunker down with the family SGers. Time for me to start the 12 Drinks of Christmas. Enjoy!
