Wishing all of my Anchors & Freedom readers a holiday weekend full of glutton, inebreation, presents GALLORE & of course, (as Don Cherry so sweetly reminded us on Hockey Night in Canada recently) Baby Jebus.
Take my word for it, you’ll survive. Your cat may knock over your Christmas tree and swallow a wad of tinsel that lands his fat cat butt in the pet hospital, but Christmas won’t be ruined. Just have another glass of that punch and insist it’s your turn to open a gift. Turn on some Michael Buble Christmas and have a hot tub. Pretend that the frost is snow and make an ice cube snowman in your back yard. Wear an eye mask on Christmas Eve so you don’t see Santa. & most importantly, stay the FUCK off Facebook. It’s Christmas, the whole world knows it. Yippee. Now go help your Mom make the Turkey.
I’ll be disapearing from the internet for the next two and a half days to concentrate on more important things like directing a children’s Christmas pageant and eating. I’ll reappear on Monday night because I’ll be at the Canucks game & I couldn’t possible go through one of those without tweeting about Kesler’s ass (if you’ll be there too, Tweet me & we’ll have a stadium beer chugging contest!) Otherwise my dancing sugar plums, I’ll catch you on the flip side. Hopefully with fancy new shoes & less F-bombs. It’s been a wild one.
xo, yw, Hallelujah & Kris fuckin' Kringle