As the last hours of 2010 wind down, here’s a little something to keep that holiday spirit going past New Year Day’s eventual hangover. A couple nights ago, I performed as part of Fireside Storytelling in San Francisco, and it turned into the funnest show I’ve done in a LONG time.

So here is my late-Chanukah, early-Kwanzaa gift: the true story of my first Christmas with my girlfriend’s family in crazy Berkeley, CA. This is a story of hippies, culture clash, and why I have so much hate for a certain famous Jewish actor. Enjoy.

For a new year of peace, joy, & international reparations…