The day after ... Tis the season to be jolly, when we start to hang the mistletoe and even dream of a White Christmas, so if you must, go ahead and flock that tree. Even today I would sit and watch, A Charlie Brown Christmas show; must be that lil bit of boy in me still hanging around to hear his favorite song of the season,The Little Drummer Boy. Then there comes a day when lil boys grow up having lil boys and a girl of their own; still dreaming but hoping we can give our children all the things they might hope for in that wishlist to Santa. Nevermind you that we have given them our all the past eleven months. To the many that have recieved the Horn of Plenty, you have been blessed; never forget there are those that go without. My hope this year is that my son in Iraq will not fall to a roadside bomb or a sniper's bullet; I sent out a Christmas package to him a few days back. Love one another and do unto others as you would have them do unto you ... these things if we practiced everyday perhaps then we would all know Peace and Joy. Our hopes and dreams are necessary; I would suspect they have maintained us through this year and we can carry them into the next. Yes, there is much to be thankful for on the day after.
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some incompetent plumbers broke
another pipe that supplies water to me.
I live on the west coast...it's a cold day
if I need to zip up my jacket
Edit:I can't spell worth shit
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I only saw one, but where there is one but where there is one there is 1,000 more ready to eat your brain.