What's up Biatchez.
I had my Christmas gift opening already, as we do it the old school French Canadian way...at the stroke of midnight on the eve or until people tire of "Can we open them now?' "Can we open them now?"
And the good news is...no one tried to force us to go to midnight mass, and I suspect Fr. McGropalot will miss our smiling faces there. But such is life in the big city, and so another holiday season will come and go.
I am sitting here now...got a friend beside me...he's drunk and threw up on his shoes earlier. Let's wish him a merry Christmas too, and ofc a Happy New Year. He opens his gifts in the morning...so with any luck, foot wear will be a part of the deal around his tree.
And so another night of magic and yearly ritual comes to pass. Somewhere choirs are singing. Somewhere people are lighting candles...and somewhere else is a person robbing a 7/11 with a screw driver for that last 8 ball. And lalala and life goes on...
So might I add and finish with. Peace be with you. And also with you.
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