Happy Christmas. It’s been a strange one this year. This month has been so busy, and we’ve been so tired no one magically put up the tree nor did he put up the lights. Something has zapped the energy out of the house, I think it’s life but there is some debate on that. This year, with all that has been going on mentally and physically, not having to take down the decorations in March or April seemed like more of a gift and brought more happiness than actually having them up this year. I think part of it may be because this is the first holiday in 17 years we haven’t had someone getting into the tree. December is always a rough month for lots of people. For me it’s a plethora of strong feels on distant end of the roller coaster. One moment I’m Homer Simpson dancing through the land of chocolate, then suddenly like a brick into oobleck, I’m balling at an Asian insurance commercial. Admittedly, with the anti-depressants the brick is covered in feathers, so that’s kind of nice. The roller coaster has a guard rail so it’s all good, and I wouldn’t trade the ride for anything.
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Paddy: He’s been gone a week, maybe he meant literally
Narrator: Like when someone goes to the store for cigarettes and doesn’t come back?
Paddy: Don’t be daft, he doesn’t smoke any more.