Being an alcoholic is fun. It is like a constant mystery movie. Found a shoe and a sock in my refrigerator. I am sure there is a whole story behind that somewhere. Some kind of consistent logical progression that caused drunk me to logically deduce that it belonged there. Why? I don't know. Much more accepting of things I cannot understand. Half a watermelon in the microwave, why not? Who am I to say this is wrong? Just accept it and move on.
Every time I wake up it is a new adventure discovering what went on before I slept, and trying to figure out why I thought this or that was a good idea, at the time.
Hope your Christmas Time is everything you want it to be.