I'm going home in a little bit to get shnockered. And if I'm real lucky Hoop will meet me at the door dressed in nothing but a big fat bow. But that's doubtful. I hope the season finds you all well.
May you get everything you asked for, no matter how naughty you were. Sometimes naughty gets you more presents.
May the company be pleasant. Please people, no killing the kids or the in-laws.
May the food be filling. Didn't you know? Calories don't count until after the holidays.
May you be safe. Don't drink and sled!
Pickled Beef will reopen sometime after the weekend, when I quit seeing double and I find my way out of Wrapping Paper Mountain. Air kisses to all and to all a good-night!