It was brought to my attention today that while we’re only four days into the month of December, some of our beloved Holiday icons may have already been hitting the ol’ eggnog pretty heavily. Jolly St. Nick himself was seen just this morning, apparently sleeping one off “up on the rooftop,” with no sign of anything being done “quick, quick, quick.”
Later this afternoon, I witnessed the disturbing site of our old friend, Frosty the Snowman, attempting the walk of shame, but failing to make it even beyond the front yard:
While I’m not one to judge, nor am I overly fond of predictions, I have to say, it’s beginning to look a lot like The Betty Ford Clinic around here. I’m going to blame the unseasonably warm weather. Santa and Frosty obviously think they’re still on vacation. Here’s hoping Jack Frost comes nipping at our noses sooner rather than later or I fear we may have more Bah Humbug than Ho Ho Ho this Christmas.