In preparation for our New Year's Eve midnight race, Roxie and I ran the Jingle Bell Jog in Brooklyn yesterday. Outlook: cold and victorious with a monster side of jingle. Too much, maybe. It's a fine line each jingler must draw for her/himself. We did get Scrooged out of the hot chocolate at the long end of a cold road, though, so thanks for that, NYRR. Bring more next year, there's my free tip for you, and I am, as they say, no genie/us.