Two thirty p.m, and the drunken feliz navidad wailing down the street has begun…. Feliz Borrachodad!
Yup it’s going down the drunken wailing the Christmas music of the trunks how it on the porch I 65° Christmas Eve.
It’s become kind of a holiday tradition, and I don’t mean just Christmas, all holidays, family or otherwise. they can’t celebrate a six-year-old’s birthday without a keg or 300 cans of beer!
Christmas will have a drunken wheeling and wailing, like a hollering chorus of the not so wise men.