November 26,
2017
When the ornaments persist in twisting so that the scene is toward the tree and
not the room:
“Damn it, Santa, why can’t you ever face forward?”
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I read the papers. I look around. I see things that are either annoying or goofy. I write about them. My sister suggested that I start a blog. (Thanks for liking my stuff, Julia.) So, in no particular order, here are my thoughts.
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