Ghosts of Christmas 'passed'.

This Christmas, my wife and I both shared the gift of a Christmas Stomach flu.  It started on the 22nd, and kept on giving until the 28th.  Neither of us was able to keep anything substantial in our stomachs, including saltines, and you know how I love my holiday saltines....something about those Keebler elves around Christmas time.  The turkey was relaxing in a brine solution, and when it thawed, it had to either be put in the oven, or tossed out in the yard like a spent Christmas tree.  For days, we had a 20 pound, lovely golden brown turkey that neither of us could touch.  Basically, all we could do was to quote the late, great John Lennon...."So THIS is Christmas."

Well, I'm making up for all of that now.  I've eased back into the world of solid food with the entire right leg (right up to the hip) of Birdzilla, broccoli (not to be confused with e-coli) with cheese sauce,  and a nice bottle of Riesling that I made recently.  There's a mound of chocolate around here somewhere that will do nicely for dessert.  Time to get my Christmas on, and let's face it folks, Christmas is about over indulgence, and I'm not talking about waiting at the customer service counter at Crap-Mart to exchange the useless plastic claptrap that you got for the useless plastic hogwash that you WANTED.

Would you mind passing me the French Onion Dip and a fistful of those Nacho Cheese Doritos?