Happiness is lounging around with your best friend, drinking a bottle of champagne for no reason and surrounding yourself with dozens of Santas. Or so I learned last night in Tori’s living room.

Also spotted: Elmo Santa, black Santa, two Grinch Santas. I’m not the first friend of Tor’s to say this, but maybe part of the reason I’ve softened to Christmas is because of her family. It’s hard not to love a woman who insists that she and Santa are friends, as her mom does. It’s also hard not to love people who have ornaments on their tree with your name on it. I don’t love Christmas, and I probably never will. But I’ll continue to drink champagne and enjoy my time with Elmo Santa, underneath a sign that says “Forever Christmas Eve.”