There is just something about Christmas.
It’s like good times on acid without the hangover, dehydration or guilt. Though all three are liable to find life in January, when the December madness has passed.
But for the moment, let’s just sink in to the season of good cheer and giving – like drowning in sinking sand, except its chocolate.
I could be dead broke, heading for jail, not a single joy in the world, a deadbeat job, and yet, on December 2, when I hear that first Christmas carol…. hope springs eternal… like a fountain of scotch. Seasons greetings!
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And to you mate!
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