The Beastmaster did the 'introduction' the house, as we tried in vain to get Bernie to say 'Welcome to my Crib, B*tches', instead we had to settle for a modest 'Welcome to my Crib, Homies'
Every year we pick out an ornament on Bernie's massive tree and try to find it the next year. It's getting a little old, so we decided to do the find the pickle on the tree and win a prize tradition from here on out. This year included John, Bernie, Mr Waxtad, Bob, and the trusty Shimek's and others popping their heads in for joyous yuletide.
5 a.m., a bit earlier of a night that usual Chrismas Eve, but in anticipation of the drive to Houston in the morning, it was time to hit the sack.

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