This will be the year that I break my anual tradition of falling into a deep holliday funk. This year I wont wish that I had a huge vat of boiling bacon grease with which to pour onto the heads of carolers. I wont run around screaming "HUMBUG" or try to convince everyone that a dead tree hung with skulls and black feather boa's is a much better idea. I wont curse about the christmas songs playing in department stores, or wish that I had venomous sacks that I could squirt at cheerful people.

I will be better at this whole holliday thing. Because who wants to be around a cranky ass anyway?