Christmas is, if nothing else, a time when people are culturally forced to be nice to each other. While this guy is a little crude about it, he gets it. Even the most bitter, angry, hateful people slow down a little. They might not see the full reality of Christmas, but halfway there is a start.
Me, I have, as most of you have, plans to have dinner with family. No work today, or tomorrow, but back Monday hawking and slinging everything I've got.
To the mystery visitor to this blog who donated to my cause, thank you. May God bless you, too.
I hate fig pudding. It sounds awful.
Getting a good hot bowl of a thick hearty soup is one way to watch out for the cold mornings.
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