But for now, heartier string up some lights around the deck. For Alaskanukkah, yes, but also to see the grill happier. Last night you totally scorched some Alaskanukkah reindeer sausage, which was be getting a lump of coal in your stocking, only you had to eat it. And you almost ran out of ketchup. Thankfully, the dregs of that backbone lasted way longer than expected. Maybe not eight nights, but extensive enough to avert another kiddie caucus, at least for one meal.