Christmas. That time of year when mini-lights and tree lots and little seedless oranges abound. When you try not to eat everything but end up ordering Domino’s Pizza anyway because all those coupons hooked to the door handle just.won’t.stop. Baking cookies sounds like a dream, but the Pie Bar is down the street and what the heck, one more piece of peppermint mocha can’t hurt. IT’S THE HOLIDAYS! Someone sends a bottle of champlagne and a candle? Don’t mind if I…