The Countdown Continues …
Thirteen days? Could that be? I've never been so unready for the holidays. I haven't made a single damn list! I'm hosed, my friends.
My kids are all so excited, you'd think it would rub off on me. Unfortunately for them, I'm immune to such. Maybe what I need is a good, old-fashioned visit to Santa. If Santa's a Chippendale Dancer, that is. That could spike the old punch, if you know what I mean. It could put the Yule in my log. The Dasher in my Dancer. The Dancer in my Vixen. This started out funny. Now I can't stop! Save me.