After all the shopping, wrapping and running around, it's finally time to kick off my shoes, relax at home, put on my comfy slippies and "happy pants," maybe play a few Christmas carols . . .
. . . and have a nice rum 'n eggnog or six.
But I won't make the same mistake as last year when I made homemade cookies for the Jolly Old Elf himself.
This year I'm just leaving out some store-bought ones for him. No more coal in MY stocking on Christmas morning!