In this aching cold, I carry burt's bees in my pajama pocket. I cover myself in any soothing lotion I can lay my hands on. I wear layers of things with no regard to color or coordination. I am often seen wearing large socks in small shoes. It is an error and a pain to remove oneself from the sanctity that is ones Empire Strikes Back flannel sheets.
Let the new, post Christmas life begin. The kings have come, epiphany has been brought. May Christ bless this house.