I'm working Christmas Eve, and it's been a pretty arduous day. I mean, look what I have to put up with here in my office:
This being Christmas Eve, I gave Ginger a bowl of milk after her usual half-can of catfood. She's been a pretty naughty cat, but she's cute and hilarious, so nobody gets mad at her.
This being Christmas Eve, I had to listen to my favorite song about the evening, in accordance with the prophecy. As far as traditional Christmas carols go, I'd have to say that I unironically love O Holy Night, and can think of no better version to post than that of the recently departed Jim Nabors:
Work, work, work, isn't it onerous?