No, I don't think we need any more chardonay this evening, or we'll run the risk of bumping our heads on the floor joists above. Why did they design this tavern with such a low ceiling? Or is the ceiling slowly sinking? I don't think I'm getting any taller. This is very puzzling. Maybe I better lie down a while and meditate, but not shut my eyes!
Merry Christmas, Ramadan, Hannaka, kwanzaa, and whatever!