Perhaps a Black Christmas is one that happens in the Summer.  The miserably hot, unrelentingly tortuous Summer.

I was not built for this kind of weather.  Sleep has been nearly impossible the last several days as it sits at a nice breezy 90 degrees as I make my way to bed each night.  So any Christmas, but particularly a wintery one, would be a nice welcome change.

Although, we’re talking about our three little witch friends here.  Maybe I should be careful what I wish for, eh?