Byron Roussin promised he'd be home for Christmas & I promised to do lots of good deeds this year to make up for the fact that I don't buy presents for people so after helping him pack up his necessaries, we piled into my hatchback, blasted some ABBA, and drove like mad to get him back to the park on time. Along the way we threw some urine cups at a group of carolers, got in a round of mailbox baseball, and talked all about Violent Night & why it is the best blend of Die Hard, Home Alone, John Wick & Christmas Vacation w/ a perfect twist of whimsy that always goes down smooth! We wring this sleigh ride for all it's worth, praising the acting, cheering the fights, golf-clapping the writing, and frotthing for more. How did this yearly custom become an annual tradition? Press play & find out. Merry Christmas, mother fuckers!