For many of us, Christmas is a complex juggling act. There are hyperactive kids; underactive and surly teens; aging and failing parents and grandparents; and relatives that come but once a year (thank God). Then there’s the logistics of running a small commercial restaurant out of a family kitchen that was definitely not designed for this. People need to be transported to and fro. Presents chosen, purchased, and wrapped. Entertainments must be provided with a smile.
Yippee ki-yay, motherfucker.