Congratulations and Merry Sober Christmas to you, Taylor. This will be my third sober Christmas after an unbroken string of twenty-five drunk ones.
And the Grinch, with his grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?
It came without Bourbon! It came without Beer!
"It came without Champagne, Chardonay or Merlot!"
And he puzzled three hours, `till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Christmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a bottle.
"Maybe Christmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
(With apologies to Dr. Suess) One Love, One Heart, Jah Bless