The presents had all been opened, the dinner had been eaten, and the out-of-state relatives had all been phoned. For better or worse, with all the mandatory Christmas activities completed, there was nothing left to do but drink all the alcohol in the house. Near midnight, only Amanda, Lucky and Alistair were still conscious. “These Americans,” they said to each other as they clinked their whiskey, “they just can’t hold their liquor.”
Merry Christmas, everybody.