It's December. The magic time of year. I'm not that in to Christmas, and god knows I'm not that in to Christ (HA!). But I like my colorful Christmas lights, and I like when whiskey is an appropriate solution to the harsh weather. I like elaborately planning my attack on the baked goods making situation. I like buying Hanukkah gifts and brainstorming inappropriate holiday cards. And some day I WILL get a tree just like the white one in Edward Scissorhands. Or at least an angel ice sculpture. Ohmyessssss, I just remembered that peppermint bark exists. I love honkey tonk holiday music, and I love Chris Cringle's firecrotch beard.

All of these things are warm and fuzzy. But the true greatness of December comes down to one thing. The social acceptability of watching the greatest holiday movie ever.