I Made Sure to Get the Red Cup

Last night, I was in Stroudsburg's Starbucks, and I decided to get one of the Christmas flavored lattes, because it was controversial, of course. When the barista asked me what size, I said the big one, of course, until she reached for a white cup. I think I just about jumped through the ceiling. I then calmly said, "no, no, the next size down." I got my red cup.

I guess I just did my part in the "War on Christmas."