Tis the season to be up to one's neck in undoctored Eggnog, screaming cherubs spinning about the Christmas tree, and two less rolls of tape than are required to make use of the all that new wrapping paper that was purchased, despite having an entire closet filled with unused tubes from holidays past. Still, we press on, trying to recreate the magic of some ancient Christmas that lives only in memory, carefully scrubbed clean of all the panic that made it no different from the one we'll be experiencing in a few hours.

Nostalgia, it's a hell of a drug.

Basically, there's just not enough time to work up a well-thought out journal, or post much more than rambling well wishes and a painfully unedited first paragraph that I will come to despise the moment I post it. Ah well, enjoy whatever holiday you may be about to celebrate, even if you skip the festivities entirely. Make it all about family, make it all about friends, make it all about you, just enjoy it as best you can. It's been one hell of a year, so I think we all deserve that much.

I'd try and come up with something a bit more substantial, but I've been tasked with drawing a yandere Mabel Pines for my niece... because maybe that is what this holiday is all about. Nobody tell Chuck.