The best holidays are the ones where you just stay at home eating ice cream and lounging in your undies.
Like Donna’s undies, which are all red, for some reason, except for the one green pair she got for New Years.
Or Andrew’s undies, which are all cool and fresh boxer shorts, for cool big boys.
Or CJ’s undies, which are all variations of cartoon briefs, plus two pairs of heart boxers his uncle thought were funny.