The saddest part about Christmas is the turning out of the tree lights before going to bed. I do it, because I am a responsible adult who does not want to wake up dead tomorrow on accounta a fire caused by cheap wiring.
But first, I dance along to a couple of tunes from A Charlie Brown Christmas. My new wood floors were made to be danced upon.
Christmas time makes such a child of me.
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