Party Down

Regrets come after the tree crashes down.

Regrets come after the tree crashes down.

I’m tired, Christmas is over, and I’ve got work tomorrow. That’s life after all the celebrations. I don’t know about you guys, but imbibing too much eggnog and sugary treats has its comeuppance the next day. I just want to sleep until next Christmas, but I guess it’s time to get ready for the New Year’s.

Mouse Meal was a hungry Christmas.

It…it was a hungry Christmas.

…I apologize for the dark joke right before Christmas. But that’s the quintessential Pirate! If you’re going to eat meat, what’s the difference between mouse and cow? Hygiene, probably.

Anyways, hope your Christmas shopping is going well! Watch out for the crowds and…let the mice live.

Decorating Designation

'Tis the season to be lazy...

‘Tis the season to be lazy…

I like Christmas. I really do. But when it comes to getting a Christmas tree and decorating it…that’s why I have family.

Seriously, if it were just me I’d print out a picture of a tree and stare at it. Well, I’d probably look up a picture of a tree. Really, I’m just in it for the eggnog and presents. Mostly the eggnog. It’s good stuff!

Some Nights

Some nights can be good ones.

Some nights can be good ones.

I’m sure if you asked Knight, she’d just claim she wanted to stand there for a while. She’s actually a nice person deep, deep inside. And while she’s awkward, I think the Christmas spirit I definitely don’t feel this year is embodied in small acts of kindness. Even when the world seems like it’s falling apart, small gestures matter.

Bit Cold

Frostbite is Christmas's way of saying hi.

Frostbite is Christmas’s way of saying hi.

What temperature do you set your thermostat at? Me, I set it just below 70 degrees Fahrenheit. I like the coldness, and it saves quite a bit on gas. But I have to admit, I’m thinking of turning up the heat with this snow.

Also, not sure I mentioned it, but I run barefoot. Not a good idea at the moment. Well, at least it looks like winter at last!

Caroling Curse

Thus began the Christmas Carol massacre.

Thus began the Christmas Carol massacre.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve grown to hate Christmas carols the longer I’ve been alive. And no offense — especially in American supermarkets.

I can’t tell you how painful it is to hear the same songs on repeat over…and over…and over…until all you want to do is destroy Christmas like the Grinch.