¡Ølé!

It's just the holidays as usual in our casita in the Toronto suburbs.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas, all--and just try not to think about what an unrepentant quisling Sonja Henie apparently was. Why spoil all our good cheer with the blunt-force trauma of that reality?

¡Olé!

Ever green

Viggo Johansen, Radosne boze  narodzenie
[Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Last night's local news offered some very helpful tips on recycling your Christmas tree--

"All Allegheny County parks will accept Christmas trees for recycling."

"Be sure to remove all lights, ornaments, and decorations before recycling your tree."

"Also remember to remove any children or gifts from under the tree and remove the tree from your house before recycling it."

I made up the last one, but apparently when it comes to tree recycling in our little town, instructions have to be very clear and very specific.

Merry Christmas, bitches!

Sorry, I have just always wanted to say that, at least since everything in North America became a little more hip-hop.

My wish for you all is a wonderful December 25th, whether you celebrate Christmas or not, as a religious holiday or a secular one.

Sometimes just making it to the end of the week in late December is reason enough to celebrate. So pat yourself on the back and toast your good fortune with some sparkling, non-alcoholic cider and half a pan of butterscotch brownies. That's pretty much my plan for the day.

Oh, hell, who am I kidding? I'm just going to go ahead and eat the whole pan.