4 am on Xmas

I woke up not to spread yuletide cheer but to do combat b/c it sounded like someone broke into my house. I'm still not totally sure what it is, but I believe it's isolated to the roof. Maybe St. Nick had a bit too much egg nog and broke his hip on my roof. That's an interesting theory...I'll go with that one...Or maybe it's just smokin hot possum sex in the attic...
Merry Xmas bitches.