What are you doing reading this postdated post, hm?
I won’t tell if you won’t tell.
And, Beloved Reader: as you listen to David Sedaris‘ Santaland Diaries, a very merry Christmas/Hannukah to you and yours.
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What are you doing reading this postdated post, hm?
I won’t tell if you won’t tell.
And, Beloved Reader: as you listen to David Sedaris‘ Santaland Diaries, a very merry Christmas/Hannukah to you and yours.
Shopping’s done. Work’s been (mostly) mothballed.
There’s a pile of reading material awaiting my grubby hands. Not far away is a stack of DVDs to be devoured.
And, for the first time in a while, the entire Mamea aiga* shall greet the Christmas morn with hugs, presents and a sickening amount of chocolate.
To all Beloved Readers (six**, actually, thanks to Feedburner) – a happy and loving Christmas and/or Hannukah to you and yours.
* Again, my apologies to the family for the possessory credit.
** Okay: four if I exclude the bots.