Newton and Greta the tree
It's that time of year again with tidings of comfort and joy, ho, ho, ho and reindeer running over grandma. I always loved christmas and finding the perfect gift, the hope of snow (I grew up in Pennsylvania) and scoring serious loot.
But after sixty four years of false cheer, the expense and hassle of buying and the memory of mom and younger sister dying shortly after- I've finally had it.
In the true spirit of the season I present my favorite song and wish you all happy holidays.
I'll be back next friday.
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