I am, as I type, creating this weeks' post after everyone has gone to bed, sitting in my brother-in-law's mancave, eyeing his multiple expansion packs of Cards Against Humanity, and wondering if he will notice if they go missing when I leave to go back home after Christmas. We wants them.
*narrows eyes at inner Gollem*
In the meantime, please enjoy these Vulcan Christmas carols, which I was inspired to create following this Facebook post:
Jingle Bells: "It is illogical to become inebriated and attempt to operate a horse-drawn sleigh in the snow."
The Dreidel Song: "I have created a geometric shape with the expectations of being rewarded chocolate."
O, Little Town of Bethlehem: "A human woman who has not yet experienced coitus has birthed a male child. One should give praise to this child because his arrival was not expected in normal biology."
Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer: "A member of one's matrilineage becomes intoxicated and unwisely leaves the safety of the domicile to walk in the dark. She is ostensibly overtaken by a member of the caribou species and expires. Sometimes, the stampede of the one is greater than the stampede of the many."