( 2:51 AM ) teahouse
Christmas Cleanup
My parents always gave me awful Christmas gifts when I was growing up. It was a combination of their cheapness, our poverty (my dad was in graduate school for the formative years of my childhood) and their inability to give "impractical" gifts like toys.
One year I got a set of World Book Encyclopedias. Another year I got a copy of The Coming Plague. Last year my parents gave me the DVD of It's a Wonderful Life. Every year there has been at least a package of athletic tube socks.
These presents weren't bad; they were just useful and practical and ultimately, not that exciting.
Well, lemme tell you this year, everyone made up for it. I CLEANED UP at Christmas.
The people who love me, you know who you are. You showered me with affection and gifts, both material and spiritual.
This was the best Christmas I've ever had.
And this week is getting even better. I'm off to Atlantic City for the next couple of days.
I'll keep y'all posted. You'll see my picture up next to Donald Trump's, in blazing lights.
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