In case you haven't noticed, it's December. Yes, that would mean you need to get started on your non-religious holiday shopping. Like yesterday. It means that when you walk into and out of the office building it will be dark. And that you will invariably be knocked over by a tourist looking upwards for "that big tree." Right sir, you mean the one in between all the buildings that you probably can't see from 4 blocks away? Yes, that's what I thought. The Rockettes are kickin in short skirts. The cold-and-flu season is kickin people's butts. Holiday parties are just around the corner, with your coworkers, friends, family, and hey, just because it's dang cold outside. And you can start getting psyched to watch bowl games. Oh wait, but they're not really special now because there are 537 of them and even lame-o schools like
This is the time of year when we look back upon the past year and reflect upon all that has been in this great aught-7. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the "I'd rather forget that ever happened," it's all there out in the open for you to see with 20-20 hindsight. So drink a little egg nog, hang a little mistletoe, and above all else, find out what the song means when it says "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year." Rock around that Christmas tree, deck the halls with some holly, and above all else, bring joy to this world.