The feast of a Christmas pizza.
Merry Christmas Eve, everyone. I don't know why I'm blogging. It seems I've got nothing else to do until tonight. Don't worry, it's not as though I'm missing out on any exciting family Christmas traditions or activities, my dad and I are sitting here in the family room watching really bad Ben Stiller movies and my mom just popped a frozen pizza into the oven. Sounds charming, doesn't it? The LeCaptain family Christmas has never really been one of grandeur or great measure. That doesn't mean to say it isn't fun or doesn't mean anything. It's one of the only times of the year (along with Thanksgiving) that the entire clan gathers together to celebrate while sitting around a table full of hors d'oeuvres and cookies, while A Christmas Story plays in the living room and the tree hovers over all the presents until the children start ripping them open. 'Tis an exciting time. Nah, really. I'm making it seem like I don't enjoy...