Since it's only once a year, I'd better make it worthwhile, LOL!
I'm in deep denial, of course.
Stole that last meme from Mistress Maddie, of course!
Anyway, here's some more denial . . .
But really, don't worry, I only ever actually have two drinks on Christmas Eve. That's about all the eggnog and rum I can tolerate, quite frankly. I'm not a big fan of either of those ingredients, individually or together, on any other occasion.
Besides, I can't afford to be hungover tomorrow. My Rare One and I are hosting a traditional turkey dinner for a bunch of friends so I've got to be upright and functional! But if something DOES go wrong, I have the perfect excuse, eh?
Just as a side note, the last time I did actually get blasted, I was drinking Black Russians. Good Lord, those things are strong. Well, at least in the size I make them. Oh, and I had some Daiquiris too in Maui. I forgot about those. Not a blackout situation, I swear!
[P.S. -- Don't believe my bullshit, folks. In reality, I'm practically a teetotaller].