X-mas, belated

 

I plum pudding forgot all about Christmas.  Let's see.  On X-mas Eve I got pretty hammered and cooked stews, then went out on the roof and sang to stars.  Embarrassing, good thing no one knows about that.  Then on the 25th I hung with my fake sports crew and we exchanged silly gifts, drank plenty of eggnog and ate crazy rich foods - I was in a food/booze coma by mid-afternoon.  Then back to mine for a more cozy celebration with my +1.  All in all, a way better Christmas than last year's humbug-fest.