After checking our list, I’ve determined that some of you have been naughty, and that’s not nice. You’ve dawdled or agonized, until the last minute to find presents, hostess gifts and stocking stuffers.
I’m starting to feel like I’ve moved to Swallow Falls, the mythical town in the film Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs where cheeseburgers rain down from the sky.