Happy New Year.

The Devil went undercover last week and it was a Hell of a holiday week.

Christmas was intoxicating with unbelievable gifts and random acts of kindness.

Indulged in dinner at Cut 432 for sixth year in a row on Christmas night, changing the reservation four times, invested with the eternal hope that the NY Giants would down the Eagles for a perfect Christmas present, but the Eagle landed my team in a Giant puddle of bird poop.

The beach was sublime…relaxing, reading and power walking by the deep blue ocean.

We dined, devouring 21/2 pound Maine lobsters. We prepared fabulous meals and enjoyed our truly copacetic family unit.

We all did something right. We married the right peeps and our daughter is a gift that keeps on giving.

We went pinkies up to Palm Beach. Enjoyed a retail therapy moment at the fancy pants Royal Poinciana shopping center and indulged in Martinis and Manhattans at the Honor Bar.

I hope everyone is filled with hope, positivity and joy for 2024 and a reminder, please do not let us be trumped again by the Orange Satan.