“It’s practically a family tradition, Gus. It’s like a law.” Shawn asserts, passing him the glass.

“I told you, Shawn, I’m not doin’ the nog this year. No way, no how. Last year I passed out under the Christmas tree.”

“I took care of you, man. I put your pants back on before your Mom found you.”

“You took pictures!”

“For my own personal, me only use.”

“You posted them on Facebook.”

“My own personal page, yes. Look, the point is – tradition!” He grinned, needling Gus in the ribs. “Bet you can’t drink five before seeing Santa.”

“Oh, you’re on.”