All aboard, baby - this holiday locomotive runs on mashed potatoes, questionable family dynamics, and a one-way ticket to Nap City. Whether you’re the one carving the turkey or just surfing the gravy waves, this makes it official: you’re the fearless engineer of flavor and chaos. Wear it proudly while you ladle like a legend and steer the family feast straight into a carb-induced coma. The Gravy Train waits for no one.
