Blogger busy handcrafting Elsa dresses and eating latkas

Sorry the new post is late. Roomie has been filling this little introvert's time with holiday parties hosted by people who (thankfully) don't suck and are nerdy, and my niece's fondest wish for Christmas was an Elsa dress for her doll, which Auntie Archon was forced to make by hand. *narrows eyes at Disney company for inventing such a thing and making it desirable to every kid on the planet*
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."