By the way, I do like fruitcake. I admit that freely.
I can watch "A Charlie Brown Christmas" endlessly.
"A Christmas Story" was cute. Once.
Those stop motion animation Christmas specials always creeped me out.
I still enjoy listening to Bob and Doug McKenzie's "!2 Days of Christmas."
I don't care if I never hear "Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer" again. It came on the car radio yesterday morning and my finger couldn't hit the dial fast enough.
David Letterman did an outstanding Christmas show every year, and I am thankful clips exist on YouTube-- especially Darlene Love's music.
I marvel at the efficiency of the US Postal Service, FedEx, UPS, Amazon and Chewy.
I've never finished an entire candy cane, even though I like peppermint.
I don't send any, and I receive very few, but Christmas cards are still a treat.
My first TV boss, the guy who hired me, the guy who gave me a chance, sent a card and a letter this year. I have been blessed by finding people who believed in me throughout my career.
I had to do a little shopping yesterday. It was a crash and burn expedition, and I'm sorry I didn't have time to savor the season. Maybe this week, I can relax and walk around because my tasks are complete.
"Wings" did some fine Christmas editions. "Barney Miller" also had a few good ones. The first "Scrubs" Christmas was excellent.
I am contractually spoken for, but I wouldn't mind doing a few hours around Christmas, on the radio somewhere.
It's not Christmas unless I eat my body weight in pepper cookies.
One cup of egg nog is enough to last me for the rest of the season.
