Do they know it's Christmastime at all?

I think they call it the Christmas hangover, not due to binge drinking but binge yule-tiding. Too much too soon with no tolerance for all the action. Four days later and I still can't bring myself to make a new to-do list. Remedies anyone?

Okay, so I've been watching this new sitcom on TBS called "My Boys" for the last couple months. It's about a tomboy sportswriter and her gaggle of male friends plus her token female friend. Being a tomboy myself, it's nice to have someone on tv to relate to. But here's my point: They had the most fabulous season ending I have seen in a long time. It wasn't huge or mind-altering, just great. All of the episodes are online if you are interested...