Doth cometh to an endeth, my Christmas Dayeth. It was alright in that the melancholy was sweet. Somewhere along the line, I realized something: I’m lucky to be married and the price I’ve had to pay was worth it. My son Tony was a bonus and a blessing. I’m lucky to be married considering what a schmuck was in Canada. Tony, when he smartens up, will be great.
And it is all about the birth of a child between an Ox and an ass. The Santa Claus stuff is b.s.
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