Hanukkah, Kwanza, etc., etc.
I’m hiding out in the library listening to my wife and kids decorate. We’re a little behindhand this year since my wife, who is in charge of Christmas, broke her arm pretty badly on Thanksgiving eve. I’m supposed to be wrapping presents, but I’m putting it off because I’m a lazy bastard. After they finish decorating, the youngest child and I are making wassail and getting krunk. (Kidding. Only the eleven-year-old is getting krunk.)
Thanks for all the fun, snark, and kindness this past year. May this next year bring all the best to you and yours.