I got me some underwear, a mediocre Christmas dinner, got yelled at by idiot family members, a few amorous come-ons from drunken guests, threats from husbands from a few drunken amorous guests, fell down the stairs, some really bad pumpkin pie with no whipped cream, and a nice glass of absolutely horrid and cheap wine spilled on my rather nice white slacks.
Next year, I am going to Vegas or Bethlehem.
Next year, I am going to Vegas or Bethlehem.