I love when Christmas Eve is Saturday. It creates a whole gentle extra day of laying around, wrapping gifts, watching the Jets and Giants, sipping beer, eating cheese, sampling squares, nibbling on cold beef, consuming tidbits and generally chewing and not shifting. I have chatted on IM with the newly crowned cham-peen of the sub-continent. Stan has sent merry wishes and had same returned. Ron has told me what he was tippling and I wondered back whether we were going to have a drinkalongathon. If you have not already, read Martyn on the meaning of beef at this time of year.
It is a happy day. I adjudicated a difference of opinion on The Oxford Companion to Beer wiki. And it's St. Bernardus Christmas Ale in the mid-afternoon today. They should make a Christmas Eve Ale, too. Imagine the marketing possibilities. Tomorrow, I just bet the kids get me beer books. I win that bet because I have already bought them and, later tonight, will wrap them with a tag that says from them to me.
Happy Christmas Eve. Let tomorrow take care of tomorrow.