we're back,
it's full-blown XI-mas time,
and the paper is ripped,
the bows are uncurled,
the fire is stoked,
and we're settling down into winter weather.
it's super good to be home.
my control issues make it hard to let other people look after my sh!t.
of course,
everyone came through all aces.
and the washed out weak sauce sorcery of the nutmeg doo-doo
was totally tolerable, too.
we made some mother-F*ing memories, ninjas.
but still,
it's so good to be home.
most certainly, it's where the house is.
and the wallet and heart, too.
the two tiny terrifics have had a good one so far.
how bad can it be- it IS second XI-mas, yeah?
we left early, avoiding the stormy weather,
and raced home in record time.
things are good.
really good.
y'know,
the holiday spirit an' that.
speaking of spirited holiday business:
treats!!i'm still surprised my womenfolk aren't more rotten.
because of how spoiled they are, i mean.
mr. claus came through in a huge way for the kids.
check the sparkle-magical shiny sugar foil hottness.
that's the good stuff, ninjas.
it's in a prismatic paper-packed crinkly heap now, at any rate.
the wifey got a little classier arrangement.
three towers of victorian metallics,
stagger-stacked and sorted by size.
does that go well with the house?
you tell me:
treats again!!i love my peoples.
i love watching them get their viking rewards every year.
generosity.
that's a good one.
appreciation.
that's an even better one.
gratitude.
that's what i've got going on in a great big way.
this day keeps improving at breakneck speed.
it's dark ouside already,
but there's a light here that never goes out.
today is the day.
i am grateful for the time that i have been given.
it's all really happening-
merry XI-mas, mutha-uckas;
never quiet, never soft.....
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