Well, have you looked outside recently. This doesn't look like Christmas Eve so much as it looks like mid-June in London. It's way too warm for late December, and there certainly hasn't been enough snow to satisfy the kid that I haven't stopped being yet.
But it is Christmastime nonetheless. The presents are scattered under the tree, the lights are strung up around the house, and I sitting at work right now, because I have to be here, and I'm not sure exactly for how long I'll be here today. We have no trucks scheduled to be rented out, we have no sign orders in need of immediate attention, and by that, I mean I have no orders, and the boss's dogs aren't here today, so that little bit o' Heaven isn't happening.
But I'm cool with it. I'll survive. It's what I do.
Merry Christmas to all. And to all... well... God, I just realized how Socialist that sentence is... Dang.
Merry Christmas everyone!
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