Ahhhhh, gotta love this time of year. Hunting season has come to a close. I have run out of tags to fill and freezer space to put meat. I have canned until there are no cans to use. I have cranked the meat grinder till I cant lift my left arm. I have smoked till my lungs look like a coal miners retirement chest x-ray. If I kill one more white tail I would have to cook the entire thing and offer dinner to the townsfolk. So what am I doing now? I am sitting back with my feet up, a sniffer of fine cognac in my hand, a "banned" Cohiba in my other hand, basking in the glow of the Christmas lights and the soul warming heat of a fine wood stove. The flames giving a flicker of life to the room around me. In the infamous words of the great Clark W. Griswald, " This is going to be the hap..hap..happiest Christmas since Bing Crosby tap danced with Danny F***in Kaye." HO HO HOOO......Merry Christmas!!!