Christmas eve this year will be quiet for me. My girl is leaving town, but because of my work schedule (new Job) I'm not going with her. My Mom and Dad and Sister are having a Christmas Day meal.
I'm thinking a nice Netflix night with a bottle of Jack and a bag of ice might be the way to go, so that when Santa slides down the chimney I'll either tell him that he's my best friend in the whole world or punch him out and take his stuff.
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