Happy Horlordays

I believe Faith Hill said it best on her recent Christmas special: “Christmas to me means baby jesus and snowflakes and stomach cramps from too much chocolate.” I’m paraphrasing but you get the idea.

Here’s a Christmas card from me and Faith Hill to you:

And a carol de jour…I love that Xtina. Here’s to a very special Christina Aguileramas.

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