Christmas is coming, and the goose ain’t the only one getting fat. It’s me. I’m getting fat. Someone stop me from eating so much. What? Self-control? At Christmas time! Humbug!
Anyway, disregarding my continuing struggle with gluttony—this pizza is delicious—I wanted to take this time to wish everyone a Merry Christmas.
And that’s it.
I am overwhelmed this night not only by the temptation of the refrigerator, but by the smiles I see growing on people’s faces when I wish them a Merry Christmas.
So Merry Christmas. . .
and a happy New Year. . .
and God bless us all, everyone.