Christmas Cheer

Ahhhh, Christmas! That magical time of year when you have to choose which parent to spend the holiday with, tip-toe around the guilt-tripped mine fields of conversation, deal with frankly bizarre family friends and keep your father from drinking himself into a stupor before lunch and thereby avoiding the homicide that would invariably occur when your stepmother goes after him with some sort of sharp cooking implement.

But all this pales in comparison, for I have MARSHMALLOW FLUFF, AWESOMELY STRIPEY FURRY SLIPPERS AND DID I MENTION I HAVE MARSHMALLOW FLUFF?

*GLEE*