You can tell the Christmas hub bub season is upon
us, because everywhere you look folks are running around gobbling up turkeys.
Get it...turkeys...gobbling up?
I know...what can I say?
It’s a gift.
Which is very appropriate for the Christmas hub bub
season.
You know...gift...cause
it’s Christmas...right?
Or should I say “Clause
it’s Christmas!”...ha ha ha...I can’t get
enough of me....
Anyway, once we get through all this big, turkey
gobbling, family gathering, giving thanks hoo ha stuff we can get onto the “real” holiday festivities and start
drinking egg nog, which sounds gross, and, at least to me, tastes even worse.
However, tradition demands it...for some...not
all...and certainly not me.
But first, like I said, if you were paying
attention, which I’m sure you weren’t, because who does these days, there’s all
this turkey stuff.
Horrified by my Thanksgiving Cavalerity?
I know...sorry...I made that up.
Cavelrity...no such word.
But there should be since it kinds of sums up the kind
of second class treatment Thanksgiving gets these days.
Which I’ve written about before...and before that...and
before that...and which I’m sure I’ll write about again.
Same ol same ol.
I was on the fence as to which way I wanted to go
this year, theme wise...at least until my neighbor pointed out, in no uncertain
terms, I was gonna bend his fence...which I thought was rude.
