[WARNING: Those blessed/cursed with a dirty mind are going to find this post hee-LARIOUS - but should probably clear the room of innocents first. Remember, Santa is watching, kids.]
There's just something about this time of year, am I right? Crackling fires in every fireplace, romantic twinkly lights in all the trees, and of course, skin-tight Santa suits. Yep. This, my friends, is the season... OF LURRRVE.
And a good thing, too. After all, it makes us more giving:
(Step 1: Cut a hole in the box.)
And even when we're feeling a bit knotty:
[insert 'morning wood' joke here]
... we know this is the time when its better to bury the hatchet, not leave.
Yes, it's the season for dropping the underpants of our emotional reticence, and letting the ding-a-ling of our love shine out.
(Oh, it's happy, all right.)
I guess what I'm trying to say here, my friends, is that Rudolph has a giant wang on his face:
And you've just gotta love that.
Thanks to Sarah L., Nick, Bridget F., Luke, & C for taking a firm upper hand with these rascally wrecks.