It starts,

The Bowens' (and by that I mean my) Christmas season has officially commenced with our annual Christmas Eve Seafood Banquet. Of course, we have to hold it on the 23rd now so's I can be with Carmen's family on the 24th, but it's all good!

We just finished a hot and cold seafood dinner the likes of which may never be seen again in our time. I produced fucking fantastic chilli crab (if I say so meself), have had a couple of Stellas (which may explain the expletive in the previous sentence) and now Cal and Carmen are decorating our tree while Grandpa, Mum, Dad and the dogs look on.

Life is pretty fuckin' peachy.

Merry Christmas to all and good will and seafood to all men (and women and smizmars).