That I am supposed to write something deep and thoughtful about the season.

I just can’t. I’m so tickled to just be alive that I cannot express it in words. I am surrounded by a bunch of literal grinches, and I love them so damned much I’ve decided to be the Christmas Spirit for them despite their grinchiness, and it fills me with great joy.

I hope for each of you that you have someone or something that brings you the joy I feel right now. I hope you hold that person/animal/shotgun/whatever close to you every day and feel the joy it brings you.

There are advantages to being a grouchy old bastard. It don’t take a bunch to make us really happy. Merry Christmas!