Too Good Not to Re-Post

This just keeps me laughing. People around me in the office are starting to give me strange looks. Re-blogged to you (edited) courtesy of my beaten to death and into the ground so far that it can smell China sense of humor. Baccus bless you, Martha.

Merry Gin Day: A Christmas Monologue

Setting: In-laws' condo in Vermont. Late on Christmas night. Martha Who, Husband, In-laws are in living room. Post-West Wing. It is quiet. Brother-in-Law enters from kitchen with a fresh gin and tonic.

MARTHA'S BROTHER-IN-LAW (holding glass up to Christmas Tree)
Anyone else want a gin and tonic?

*Silence*

MARTHA'S BROTHER-IN-LAW (continuing...)
Anyone else deserve a gin and tonic?
Ahhhhhhh....gin.
Gin, gin, gin, gin gin!

(not to really anyone specifically)

Gin is....
Gin is....
Well, Gin is like the nectar...
Like the...

Gin is like the nectar... of Baby Jesus Christ, Himself! Seriously... the baby Jesus. As in Jesus Christ. If Jesus were to stand up here right now, and urinate down on us, it would be gin. Beautiful, crystal-clear, wonderful, perfect gin. Jesus Beefeater Christ...

Gin, gin, gin...we've been through a lot together. Some good times, some bad times. But mostly good. And always interesting. And always ... together. This day is really a celebration of gin. Of Jesus's pee. Thank you, Jesus.
Merry Gin Day!
Merry Gin Day...
I'm done.

CURTAIN

postscript from MarthaWho:
Merry Gin Day to all, and to all a good night!