Welcome To: My Family

It's official. I'm a scrooge.

That's cool. I can live with that. It's not as though I'm Alistair Sim's Ebeneezer Scrooge (my father's favourite version of A Christmas Carol). I'm a happy one at least.

And this year, I'm enduring the Christmas consumer madness with flag-waving, gun-toting Catholics.

A dangerous combination, if you ask me.

But damn I'm eating well.

Merry Whatever Makes You Happy.