My Christmas wish for you is that you get to eat a sandwich.
A perfect one with crusty bread, really good cheese and maybe an oozy fried egg or some avocado action and your favorite hot sauce.
And I hope it comes with a heaping side of warm and salty kettle chips and a frosty cold beer or fountain Diet Coke.
This is pretty much the nicest thing I can wish for and I really hope you get it.
Here’s to all the good things.
(Yes. I am fully aware of the fact that I look like a total chowderhead in this picture, but dudes, I’m eating a sandwich containing both remoulade mayo and garlic-sauteed spinach. I swear, in this moment – I am infinite legit insanely happy.)