I have yet to write my much-acclaimed Christmas letter. (Do not snicker. It is much-acclaimed and causes me a mild panic every year when I contemplate writing another one.)
I haven’t baked a single Christmas cookie, nor wrapped a gift.
I can’t even remember where I put the kids’ Christmas lists.
Send eggnog. Wait. Send a million dollars and a maid. And a therapist.
Thank you and good-night.