It's that time of year again. The time when families gather together by the fireplace, drink eggnog and share stories. The time when they have all those memorable cartoon specials on TV. People go door to door singing songs and decorate trees. They wear green, dress in costumes, carve turkeys (killing and roasting them first - it would be cruel otherwise) and hunt for eggs (boiled and colored first - it would be cruel otherwise).

All over the world, people of all faiths join together in a day of celebration, or hatred. Perhaps apathy.

Yes, it's eleven days until my birthday. If you're still rushing around shopping, you can check here or just find a way to get me a pair of these*:
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*I am kidding about the Chuck Norris Action Jeans. Mostly. Then again, perhaps I should have ONE pair of these jeans to help enable me to give effective roundhouse kicks to the face. Just one pair, though. Maybe two.