I have friends who go to tropical islands around Christmas and often not with family.  That strikes me as very strange.  I like sun and sand and all of that but everything in it’s place and place for everything, Christmas is not about the beach.  Santa don’t surf and I don’t think he should.  So when I picked Candice Swanepoel today I worked hard to avoid bikinis, even though those are so plentiful.  You’re welcome for the yuletide cheer I have provided you.  I am heading home in just a few minutes to be with family and hope it gets colder than the stupid hot it is right now.   I wish you all visions of sugar plums and stuff, my visions will likely involve the fact that today I want to fuck Candice Swanepoel.