Christmas Spirits

As promised, the one last pair of holiday socks as was foretold in prophecy. My family got together for Christmas today, and as it starts with bloody Mary's and mimosas, and includes at least one beer and wine exchange, socks sporting the phrase "Christmas Spirits" just seemed right. Two days left. How did we get … Continue reading Christmas Spirits

I’ll Drink His Health, For Your Socks, And The Day’s Socks, But Not For His

Daughter played the role of Cratchit today in "Bah, Humbug," a music theater adaptation of A Christmas Carol (which may, in fact, be my favorite piece of Christmas storytelling in literary history). Her mean ole dad -- that's is, me -- would never admit it, but there might have even been a little moisture in … Continue reading I’ll Drink His Health, For Your Socks, And The Day’s Socks, But Not For His