The countdowns to Christmas and Hanukkah are winding down…or, up. Something like that. Anyway, I think lots of us are traveling and/or preoccupied with ‘family’. In any event, I presume that for some, you may not get around to participating much with the other glibs for various stretches of time, and I thought that this was simply unacceptable. Well, not when I’m out, but, that’s different. So, with that, let’s have a bit more late-night fun, as we wind down the year:

I had an unexpected comment to one of the songs I offered up last week (no, not that one; the other one). It got me to thinking, which is probably a dangerous situation. But, I realized there was truth in the statement(s), and I wanted to explore the idea. I picked a song in that similar ballpark; one with many renditions to choose from. After so sampling, I found one that surprised me, and yet, is really quite enjoyable. I hope you enjoy it.

Welcome back to night time commenting, Festus!! Also, welcome to the newbies we seem to be gathering here, lately. No idea If any of you are around for this post, but, do jump right in and get weird. Or, don’t—I ain’t your boss.

Merry Christmas, Major. You seem like a good Sheila, but, politicians probably deserve much worse. #McAfee2020!! WOOO!!

Yes, and, Michael Jackson should transition to be Tlingit, to satisfy future identity politics. St. Nicholas is rolling over in her grave…er, tomb…er, sarcophagus.

Did anyone already get any gifts (from yourself, or, others), you want to talk about? Of course, if you’ve already mentioned them, do so again, here.

Well, it came down to the wire, but, we may just have the 2019 Parents of the Year award-winners…. Is it just me, or, do those pictures look like the shots of participants on Impractical Jokers?

For any gliberati that may find themselves north of the DFW area (and, with a huge appetite), you really need to check out Bonnie Ruth’s. Especially on a weekend morning. Everything appears to be made fresh in-house. And, while I can’t comment on the quality of them, they make their mimosas (very popular from what I’ve seen) with, at most, 25% orange juice. Maybe even more like 15-20%. Sweet mother Mary, is this place fantastic… You’re welcome.

Cheer up, bitches ladies: It’s the season of giving! Go eat some hazelnut whatever, and chill. (I really thought this might be an attempt to out-Bee the Babylon Bee. Alas, it seems real). It’s almost as if the sexes maybe could use some time and space away from each other, from time to time.

I don’t know how much ‘good’ this good news is, but I’ll take what I can get. I mean, it’s only, like, what, 1/8th of the states…right, Mr. Former President?

I’m going to leave this here. I have no idea if it is war-mongering/rah-rah-rah spin, or, an intelligent clarification of info that’s making the rounds. However, it seems like a good idea to have multiple views of the matter.

OK—I think I found the perfect outro song for the thread. If not, I’m sure you’ll provide your own.

Alright, ya derelicts…I hope everyone gets to have some seasonal joy over the next couple of weeks. If not, I’ll see what I can do once I’m back on the weekend swing. Be kind, rewind, and all that. Don’t over-do anything, and keep your eyes and ears open, since there be assholes about—ready to make your life miserable, at the very least. If you’re a prayin’ person, please pray for me, and anyone else interested in receiving such. Merry Christmas, and, Happy New Year!