It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like X-mas

The Holiday Seal-son is upon us “It's beginning to look a lot like X-Mas Everywhere you go Take a look at Chubb and Mixon, they’re scoring TDs once again With Full Moon’s and fifty yarders from Gano

It's beginning to look a lot like X-Mas 2-star jackets are in store But the prettiest sight to see is that poor Jeff-er-rey Playoff chances are no more” The Seals, like many talented rosters in this sinuous season of inconsistency (otherwise known as contenders playing Sean’s team), were strategically waiting to put up their Christmas lights at just the right moment. They didn’t want the neighbors to see their Griswaldian power prematurely. Then MVS caught a bomb from Rodgers. Lights on.

Jeff could only stare in wonder, frozen solid in the snow like Frosty without his hat (an iPad has been conspicuously absent at the Charleston house since the Commissioner arrived, rumor has it that it’s in the bottom of the tide pool). The miraculous comeback against Jeff kicks off the Holiday Seal-son, and X has one piece of advice for the rest of the league, ‘hang that mistletoe and kiss his Full Mooney.’

Thinning mercury, chapped lips, coagulated nipples & Rodgers as his QB; this is when X is the most dangerous. So, enjoy your turkeys, your awkward family conversations about Rittenhouse (naughty) & vaccines (nice).Enjoy that mulled wine & that once in a lifetime Dalton v Boyle Thanksgiving Day battle. Enjoy it all. Because the day after is Black Friday, and it isn’t a shopping day anymore. It signifies only one thing: people are getting buried and X isn’t driving a sleigh, that’s a hearse.