Our kind of Christmas

So, despite my lack of bloggity blog these many months, I decided to contribute a lil sumthin' sumthin' to a holiday concert extravaganza called 

The Fifth Annual Blogger Christmalhijrahanukwanzakah Online Holiday Concert 

You'll find my contribution somewhere down yonder the page.  I make no claims toward it being good, healthy, talented, or even watchable.  Beware of that before you take a gander at that mess.  And yes, the children are adorable in it.

It was very difficult to keep a straight face through the whole thing, as evidenced by a few video mishaps.  Amos had had just about enough by the time we taped this version, so it took a little bit of "come on, man" to get him into the spirit.  Phil's contribution will probably haunt your dreams, and that's really all we could ask for.

Consider this my Christmas card to you, to make up for all the years when I asked for your address but never sent anything, when I asked what you wanted but didn't get you anything, and when I told you the cake was delicious but didn't actually have any.

Anything for the laughs

Just a warning that something wacky this way comes in about, oh, three days or so, as the crow flies.

In the meantime I raise my holiday drink to you, which I call Drank, which consists of vodka and some sort of Bailey's mint chocolate something-or-another.  

Hint:  It kinda involves this or maybe not:

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