Feliz Navidad

Despite the lack of the proverbial Jolly Ol' St. Nick, and a serious lack of White Christmas that would drive Bing Crosby to tears...or laryngitis, whichever proceeds first...another Chirstmas passes by. No matter how many grammer rules I broke in that first sentence, no matter how many friends and family are absent at the dinner table, and no matter how bored we get, there is still that warm feeling in your tummy that the holidays always bring. Oh yes, that warm feeling can also come from drinking too much cocoa.

But, anyways, to proceed on with my lengthy monologue...I would like to take a moment and quote the eternal Charlie Brown: "Christmas is too commercialized!" And as I sit beneath my fiber optic tree I wholeheartedly agree.

And that brings me to my final thought as I prepare for the Christmas dinner - what, exactly, are Cornish hens? Some sort of stunted chickens? Some traditional repast of Hobbits? Or do they, in the words of my wise mother, just have asthma?

Another pointless essay, brought to you by a vacation-crazed soul, starved for contact with the outside world.