Tis’ the season. The season to gain five pounds of belly fat, drink too much, and get stuck hanging out with the in-laws for an uncomfortable amount of time, and spend hours wrapping presents. Through all the mayhem and stress of the of the holiday season there is a bright beacon that rests on the horizon, a single shining ray of hope off in the distance beckoning us to join together and drink eggnog. This could only be the effervescent glow of Christmas lights. Without them, we wouldn’t have anything to cast our blurry gaze upon after that fourth glass of wine that we probably shouldn’t have poured.