Ah, Christmas Eve, the only day we celebrate the fact that another holiday is almost here. (I consider Thanksgiving Eve a separate holiday from Thanksgiving and New Year’s Eve the real holiday as New Year’s Day is hardly anything at all.)

Christmas Eve means going to work but half-assing it all day. Christmas Eve is cookies and egg nog until you can’t see straight. It’s 24 hours of A Christmas Story, Vince Guaraldi, and that yule log channel at 3 a.m. And maybe catching a glimpse of you-know-who and his band of reindeer.

Yeah, Christmas Eve is my favorite almost holiday.