The best chocolate crinkle cookies:
We lit some candles, ate dinner, and drank some beers. I cursed at my failed pie crust. We drank some more beers and hung out by the glowing tree. We snuggled some puppies. We pretended our fireplace wasn't broken.


Larry tried to convince me we should open all our Christmas presents early. I resisted. I cursed at the pie again. We drank some more beers...


Larry tried to convince me we should open all our Christmas presents early. I resisted. I cursed at the pie again. We drank some more beers...
And then it was 4 am.
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