Sunday night was the Kresevics Christmas party at their farmhouse. Mallory and I pulled up right when it was starting to snow a little, I kind of liked the idea of a white Christmas for once. The party really got bumpin when Santa showed up . . . I hope he sobered up before Christmas Eve.

It just wouldn't be Christmas with out the Yull Machete.

The Champagne of beer.

Jack was hanging out in the bathroom . . . nobody seemed to mind.

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