Do you have any holiday traditions you do every year?
Elly Green: Every year, I watch The Muppet Christmas Carol on Christmas Eve, so when Kermit says, “There’s only one more sleep till Christmas,” it’s true!
Scott Renshaw: Having the annual argument with my wife about why we have to trot out all the same holiday traditions.
Dan Nailen: I drive to my parents late enough to miss Christmas Eve church, drink whiskey with my sister, attempt to play video games with my nephew and watch A Christmas Story about eight times in a row before Christmas dinner.
Rachel Scott: For the past few years we have skied on Christmas Day. No crowds and (usually) killer snow. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate a holiday that I don’t believe in!
Lindsay Fenton: Every year my family and I watch National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. We can recite every line, but it never gets old. “Merry Christmas, kiss my ass. Kiss his ass. Kiss your ass. Happy Hanukkah.”
Aisha Burningham: Every year, after the traditional family Christmas party, we have an afterparty, which involves getting heavily intoxicated into the wee hours of Christmas morning. Gotta love the holidays!
Kolbie Stonehocker: We always make homemade Christmas crackers, and during dinner, we all wear our paper crowns and cringe at the cheesy jokes. “What is Santa’s favorite pizza? One that’s deep pan, crisp and even!” Hmm, somehow that was funnier last year when I was drunk on glogg.
Jerre Wroble: My latest tradition is wishing my loved ones a Merry Christmas via the staff box. Not only have I saved myself writer’s cramp from addressing holiday cards, I’ve bought myself another year to determine once and for all if I am really a Scientologist.
Kelsey Leach: Sushi for Christmas Eve dinner, which is refreshing and different if not entirely holiday-appropriate. And the first gift of Christmas is always matching pajamas for me and my three siblings (including my 12-year-old brother). Thanks, Mom.
Paula Saltas: I grab a purseful of cash from the buckets in the backyard that John thinks I don’t know about and take a road trip to Vegas. I leave him a holiday Lean Cuisine in the microwave, of course.
Elly Green: Every year, I watch The Muppet Christmas Carol on Christmas Eve, so when Kermit says, “There’s only one more sleep till Christmas,” it’s true!
Scott Renshaw: Having the annual argument with my wife about why we have to trot out all the same holiday traditions.
Dan Nailen: I drive to my parents late enough to miss Christmas Eve church, drink whiskey with my sister, attempt to play video games with my nephew and watch A Christmas Story about eight times in a row before Christmas dinner.
Rachel Scott: For the past few years we have skied on Christmas Day. No crowds and (usually) killer snow. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate a holiday that I don’t believe in!
Lindsay Fenton: Every year my family and I watch National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. We can recite every line, but it never gets old. “Merry Christmas, kiss my ass. Kiss his ass. Kiss your ass. Happy Hanukkah.”
Aisha Burningham: Every year, after the traditional family Christmas party, we have an afterparty, which involves getting heavily intoxicated into the wee hours of Christmas morning. Gotta love the holidays!
Kolbie Stonehocker: We always make homemade Christmas crackers, and during dinner, we all wear our paper crowns and cringe at the cheesy jokes. “What is Santa’s favorite pizza? One that’s deep pan, crisp and even!” Hmm, somehow that was funnier last year when I was drunk on glogg.
Jerre Wroble: My latest tradition is wishing my loved ones a Merry Christmas via the staff box. Not only have I saved myself writer’s cramp from addressing holiday cards, I’ve bought myself another year to determine once and for all if I am really a Scientologist.
Kelsey Leach: Sushi for Christmas Eve dinner, which is refreshing and different if not entirely holiday-appropriate. And the first gift of Christmas is always matching pajamas for me and my three siblings (including my 12-year-old brother). Thanks, Mom.
Paula Saltas: I grab a purseful of cash from the buckets in the backyard that John thinks I don’t know about and take a road trip to Vegas. I leave him a holiday Lean Cuisine in the microwave, of course.