It's the Jesus time of year like hearts are to Valentine's. Wall Street Jesus / wingnut Jesus and the rapport labeled Christmas Spirit is supposed to surface within you if you're a normal. Some of us put out a myrrh alert to report the missing sensation. All in good taste, though strengthened by the ghosts of too many mistletoes. Used to laugh at the L.A. asshollies in their khaki shorts singing Jingle Bells in 70 degree sunshine but break dancing aside, they were on to something. They played a clip of Nixon banning outdoor lights in the 70s due to the energy crisis, thankfully that was all resolved. Frack you, Saudi Arabia as my white lights enhance the dingleberry trees. I love this time of the year and Jesus took the chromebook while I prepare my sermon. Let's hear it for all of the drop dead gorgeous denizens and the stomach turners, too. We wish you a merry happy moody lyrical spiritual Jesus day and don't forget to tip your server.