Only one thing could draw me away from the soft glow of electric sex in the window.

Dear Internets: May you best your family members in the Feats of Strength, and may you get your full allotted time in the Airing of Grievances! 

But seriously: Merry Christmas, all y'all, from your old pal Gleemonex. I start baking cookies in about an hour (when the butter and cream cheese have reached room temperature); we'll put A Christmas Story on the giant teevee, wrap a buncha presents, and shake up a batch of Caucasians by around three o'clock this afternoon. Tomorrow is a big blur of turkey, wine, yet another attempt at my grandmother's seekrit dressing, and more Xmas Story. Here's hoping you enjoy yourselves immensely, however you spend the time. Shatner bless us, every one!