My wife, stepdaughter and I alternate who gets to decorate the Christmas tree every year.

Two years ago it was a celebration of Taylor Swift and her many illustrious eras.

Last year, my wife created a shrine to the seminal 1990s movie “Clueless.”

This holiday season we’re going with a 7½-foot animated Chewbacca in a Santa hat. Nothing roars Christmas cheer like Chewy holding a giant candy cane. If only ugly Christmas sweaters came in Wookiee sizes.

I imagine this year’s “airing of grievances” during Festivus will be Star Wars-themed as well.

Since I’m already in the holiday spirit, I’ve always been a fan of opening presents early. I mean who isn’t, right?

And if you check the NFL standings, it looks like there’s already a half dozen fanbases who have already received the equivalent o

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