I can’t wait for this to be over. I grew out of Christmas when I was 13; the day I figured out Santa was my father. Their handwritings were suspiciously similar. My 11 year old step son figured out three years ago that Santa could not exist because it was impossible for him to beat the space time continuum. Umm, who does that?
Anyways, I am over trying to do Kabuki theater over Santa. Just open the presents already! Let’s drink to family, prosperity and health. Salut!
One martini, two martini, floor….
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