It’s the (early) morning of Christmas Eve as I write this, and I need to make like the characters in ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas and settle down for a long winter’s nap.
Truth told, I’d settle for a short one at this point. It’s been quite a day and night. And now my brain is trying to send me down the “Do alternate lyrics for The Twelve Days of Christmas!” rabbit hole.
<unintelligible grumbling>
No. Just…no. I don’t have enough creative juice left to come up with that many twists and turns, much less match the original cadence. Although it occurs to me that “ten frozen fingers” and “two painful seat bones” would work.
<more unintelligible grumbling>
On that note, I wish you a happy and healthy holiday season and all the best in the year to come.