The Reason for the Swayze-on

Last night, thanks to weird holiday T.V. programming, we enjoyed The Swayze in Road House.

An intelligent group of individuals was assembled and not a one of us complained about watching The Swayze kick ass in super V-cut tee shirts or romance a severely-moussed Kelly Lynch in lycra. Really, though, any movie directed by a guy named Rowdy has GOT to be good.

Now, it's a fact that Sean P.K. adores The Swayze. With good reason, of course. But last night, we had doctors, lawyers and Indian chiefs all sitting around mezmerized by that which is The Swayze.

You could argue all of us were too tired to change the channel. Or maybe we had too much rum. But you know what? Call me naive, but I think The Swayze's pectorals are evidence of Christmas Magic.

I'm thankful for each and every one of you. I hope you had a great holiday, whichever you enjoyed celebrating.

In the Comments section, tell me how thankful you are for The Swayze this year. Anyone who comments will get a personal acknowledgement filled with gratitude from me.