Another Christmas

I love it, I really do!  So, Merry Christmas to everyone out there.

I love this waiting in the office for the boss to send us home early.  I love all the "see you next year" goodbyes as we leave for the day.

I love the Christmas Eve rituals in my house, taking the kids to Panto, getting the presents from the loft (only to hide them in the garage, so we can move them again later), the annual pizza supper and the crappy TV.   I do, I love it.

and I love Christmas Day, for I am always full of good will.  I am.

So once more, Merry Christmas to all of you, and have the best New Year your circumstances allow!

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