We were in the Christmas parade last night. Me and the girls. My cousin owns a salon and she entered her and her stylists as a unit. She and her girls and my girls were elves.
I drove their sleigh. Which was a purple Jeep decked out in Christmas lights.
So much fun.
This month I was going to use my column to make fun of astrology. But I decided that shitty horoscopes were more a January type of theme. So I decided to critically evaluate the motivations and speculate on the pathology of Christmas archetypes.
We’re starting with Santa. And I’m pretty proud of this one. I think we’re starting strong this month you guys.