As I write, the East Coast is being pummeled by wind and snow and retailers are crying because even though they already made out like fat rats, the after-Christmas shoppers can’t or won’t get out to shop more. We’ve eaten more crap in the past three days than we eat the rest of the year; wrapping paper has been duly tossed about; Santa’s loot is all over the place and even the kids are worn out - quietly flitting from one toy to another. There was some talk of getting out to build a snowman but harsh gales have squelched that for now and fleece pajamas are de rigueur at Casa Davis until this thing subsides. So, since many of us are holed up and Hollyweird news is at a minimum, we may as well pass the time with a little comment diversion.
Give me the best of your gifts and the worst of your gifts. For me, the best was an unexpected Kindle and the worst (as always) was clothing. I won’t mention the offending party, but you know how these Christmas clothes things go - there’s always a question in your head as to whether a person was on the hunt for the ugliest thing he could possibly find or if he just got lucky.
So whadjya get Pajibans? A Meat of the Month subscription? A gilded Godtopus? Diamond ring or the proverbial lump of coal?