In it, the hirsute actor sits comfortably ensconced in a fine leather armchair before a homey, lit fireplace, armed with a glass (neat, natch) of Swanson’s beloved Lagavulin Scotch Whisky.
That’s pretty much it. For just a tick under 45 minutes.
So if you don’t particularly enjoy bandying about platitudes over the holidays, or even exchanging one word with your loved (or unloved ones), enjoy the Zen silence of some crackling logs and Offerman’s stoic facade.
And happy holidays.