It's 2 a.m. here on the left coast and I've just gotten around to writing this damn thing. I apologize. At least you're getting it all! I'm losing sleep because of you people! By the time you read this I'll be on a cross-country flight back to the northeast for the Christmas festivities. So I'm here to spit out something really quickly so that I can get a tiny amount of shuteye before I have to board a plane that may or may not be delayed because it came from an airport under two feet of snow. Fingers crossed.

When you're sitting down to dinner this year with your family you should be thankful for everyone that's around you. Yea Jason, you told us this crap on Thanksgiving - we get it. Well, yes, but that doesn't make it any less true. Especially since you're not Muslim...and live in Indonesia. If you are, well then...uh, ignore the rest of this article.

I say this because the country of Indonesia as well as many other Asian countries don't celebrate Christmas in the traditional sense. They see Christmas as a western festival. But, seeing as how the Asians are always down for a party (?), they've decided to have big feasts in honor of a holiday they don't celebrate anyway. In these mostly non-Christian countries, including Indonesia which is the world's most populous Muslim state, the few Christians there celebrate Christmas by eating copious amounts of food. That's basically it. The difference, though? They eat pork dipped in blood and dog meat. Oh, and bats as well. Oh, and rats.

Yup, this is what they eat. And when they aren't eating that, many of them head to Kentucky Fried Chicken. And if you haven't reserved your chicken, you may not get to feast on Christmas day. Ya know, I always said it's not really Christmas if a random Asian can't get their hands on a KFC mashed potato bowl. It's just not fair.

Now I'm not saying the way these Asian Christians celebrate the man with the beard's birth is wrong. They can certainly do whatever they want. However, I'm rather content with my roast beef and creamed spinach and potatoes and ya know, normal food. I say "normal" because well, most of the "civilized" countries in the world tend not to eat things that are either referred to as "winged rats" or household pets. That's just not our style. But I'll be damned if I'm going to stop those people on the other side of the world from celebrating how they want. But I can certainly throw up at the thought of it in private.

What does all this mean? It means that there's a lot of f**ked up things happening in this world and many of them we don't personally agree with. But this time of year, if only this time of year, is the time when we need to say, "well, that's messed up to me but whatever." Ignore it. Be happy for what you have and enjoy the super sweet Best Buy giftcard you got from Aunt Jane this year since she finally realized you haven't worn Bugle Boy stretchwaist jeans since you were eight. At least she was trying.

Merry Christmas, all, and see you in the new year with the Over/Under.