On the 6th day of Christmas my true loves gave to me, 6 frosted sugar cookies.
As a result I experienced a slight energy high and than a feeling of sugar shock, and then the mighty crash, ick. One shouldn't do that before bed, nope, not recommended. Makes me wonder what Santa feels like after his long night of cookie munching & milk drinking. I suppose it makes the squeezing down the chimney part more challenging, and I'm sure Rudolf just looks at him wagging his big luminescent red nose back and forth while pulsing in Morse code, "you're going to regret that!"