Happy Everything, Nice People

A roaring fire. An attempt at Christmas lights that, upon closer inspection, are tiny red beer pong cups. A snowman changing colors. A selection of gifts. A Star of David here and there. This is Christmas Eve in the palatial estate. Today there will be champagne and caviar, lox and latkes, French cheese and Finnish mulled wine. A hodgepodge of international treats. And a hunched-over SJG, hobbling around like an ancient elf. All I did was bend down to brush the Royal Rescue Pup of Questionable Lineage. It doesn't take much to throw the aging body out of whack. I'll try to keep the kvetching to the minimum. I can't make any promises. But I can post this: "Hamildolph: An American Christmas Story."