Upon not understanding the inner workings of a fax machine, and thusly not receiving any Christmas salutations via fax, then becoming even more distraught over Black Santa's situation, last night I decided to shirk my duties and go on an overnight drunk. Apparently, after returning to the office, Jim Beam and I wrapped me some presents and put them under the pink Christmas tree.

Please enjoy this special holiday edition of Name this Band while unwrap my treasures.