Given that our marriage is half Ass-Kicking-Yankee and half Funny-Accent-Limey, we felt it was only fitting that the holiday season find us mixing and matching holiday traditions, our very own Festivus if you will.
I grew up leaving out milk and cookies for Santa Claus* (one of the many myths in which I believed and then grew out of, perhaps many of you should try to keep up), whereas Mrs. World Wide Rant had a slightly more adult variation: whiskey and mince pie. Sometimes I wish I had grown up English. Then I think about the wonders of general dentistry and decide better of it.
Anyway, as this is the night during which Santa will climb down the chimney we don't have, we're leaving out a fine combination of Glenturret and Chips Ahoy! cookies (see photo). Well, not so much leaving out as left out, and then drank and devoured. I think Santa might need seconds.
* Yes, the classic atheist dilemma of "do I teach my kids about Santa"...I figure the answer is yes, and I'll do it in such a way that it will sharpen their critical thinking skills. Some might say it's the magic of Christmas, but it strikes me as more like outright lying. So, I'll modify yet another tradition to fit in with what I see as my parental duty. Anyway, enough about that. Merry Xmas, Happy New Year, whatever and whatnot. Amen.