Xmas evening finds me sitting around the house, in my jammies, drinking hot chocolate spiked with peppermint schnapps (with a massive cap o’ marshmallows, natch – the boy is drinking his straight, sans cocoa), watching the snow melt (as opposed to xmas eve, which found me sitting around the house in my jammies not drinking anything fun).

Not in Denver. Not with loads of family and more cookies than you can shake a stick at. And yet? It’s still all good. Also? There’s no crowded airport to deal with on Saturday. Bonus!

Super ultra crazy mellow day with absolutely no obligation, filled with “classic” tv from the good old days. You know, back in the day when the men wore terrifyingly tight pants and you can smell the aqua-net through the screen.

So! Here’s hoping you’ve had a damn fine chrismakuh filled with exactly what you wanted it filled with.

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