Ah, the evening of Christmas day. The house is a disaster, you've eaten to much, you've sworn to hunt down and destroy whoever invented that packaging your kid's toy came in, somehow there is a bow stuck on the ceiling, you are plotting revenge for the loud light-up thing the grandmother sent, and the cat has passed out from ribbon chasing overdose. Now the kid is in bed, and it's time to suit up and trudge out to knock the snow off the satellite dish so you can curl up with your beloved and sip that cocoa you forgot to buy marshmellows for. Happy Holidays, and remember it's wrong to make reindeer jerky in front of the kids.
Sounds about right. Well, except I did remember to buy masrhmallows, but the BIL used them all in his new marshmallow shooter. The dogs (who were in charge of cleanup) are pretty happy though.
