I went to sleep when the Red Sox dropped the ALDS to Cleveland, and when I woke up, there was a Sale in my shorts (and I just punned on multiple levels).

The announcement was made Tuesday that the Red Sox traded top prospects Yoan Moncada and Michael Kopech, along with two other minor leaguer players, to the Chicago White Sox for arguably the best left-handed pitcher in the American League, 27 year-old Chris Sale.

Sale will join Cy Young winner Rick Porcello—did I really just type that?—and former ace David Price (and his dog Astro) in what should be one of the most formidable starting rotations in the baseball.

In addition, the team exercised the $13.5 million option to retain Clay Buchholz, which leaves them with seven starters—Drew Pomeranz, Eduardo Rodriguez and Steven Wright—one of whom should be looking at a bus ticket soon.

Any Red Sox fan not tap-dancing on the furniture right now needs to lay off the eggnog. To put this in perspective, they acquired one of the best left-handed starting pitchers in baseball without giving up Betts, Benitendi, Bradley or Bogaerts.

Merry Christmas, indeed.

The only gripe one can conceive about having Chris Sale in Red Sox uniform is precisely that—uniforms. Last year, Sale had an unfortunate “episode” where he used a knife to cut up the team’s hideous throwback jerseys.

But I’m willing to overlook small things. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with passion. I like passion. Passion works for me. And who hasn’t dated someone who was a little touched in the head and enjoyed dating that person—at least until the restraining order?

It’s understandable that parting with the top prospect in baseball will sting but given the baseball instincts Moncada had on display when he was called up at the end of last season, while immensely talented, Moncada seemed to need a short bus.

And maybe Moncada becomes the next Mike Trout, and maybe Kopech is the next Randy Johnson, but you always go with the known quantity. And Chris Sale is a veritable ace on just about any team in the MLB.

While I understand that Dave Dombrowski is trading off a lot of prospects with little return so far, I haven’t been this excited about a holiday signing since Schilling on Thanksgiving in 2003.

Remember how that played out. I’m glad I woke up for this.