My Cardboard Balcony

Wow. It's already only three days before Christmas. Finals are done. Over one hundred pages submitted for the yearbook. Already, we've opened some presents from in-laws and friends, and now, we're about to have a rather busy week. Tomorrow is my cousin's bridal shower, which actually is taking place in my town, so that's convenient. I'll get to see my sister for the first time in months, as she lives in New York. Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, the wifey and I will be staying at my parents' place, and we'll be at my aunt and uncle's place for the actual holiday with about a dozen people. It'll definitely be a bigger gathering than Thanksgiving - with a baby and some dogs to hang out with, too! After that, it's Boxing Day dinner, and the day after, my sister and my brother-in-law will be having a party to celebrate both the holiday and their marriage. Needless to say, next week will be very festive and full of celebration. And I like that

Santa Actually Hates Chimneys by Belinda Roddie You don't get it, dude - Claus is short for claustrophobic.

Oh, Mrs. Dillon, sweetie pie, the telephone is ringing! You better pick it up before the carolers start singing. It's Mr. Dillon, fat and proud, and he's got you a present. Now he is calling to also provide a Christmas message. He's saying, "Merry Christmas, darling, from your one and only. I'm happy to be seeing you tonight, or I'd be lonely." Oh, Mrs. Dillon, sweetie pie, no need to make a fuss. We're happy to let you go home - a Christmas gift from us!