mine was better.

on the real, ninjas...
XI-mas tidings!
super rad!
so check the teleport:

little itty-bitty baby harlen!
turbo-cuteness, in point of fact.
mark this documented mayhem on your dayplanner, duders.
that's me holding a baby and being cute.
one most excellent nephew,
and one most excellent uncle albie.
woooord.
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the kitchen was rockin' over at the guercias.

the eve of the mas was where the big action was.
mas means more, yeah?
and we had mas of all the good stuff.
group photo?
sure thing:

tom, betty, auntie bobbie, uncle jim, rob, sharon, juice, and jay.
a whole posse of peoples who wanted to hang out and get rowdy.
that's how it really happens in the laked-up lounge of old lyme's
luxurious waterfront whiteness.
mmm-hmmm.
so good.
and my kids got early XI-mas treats over there, too:

bathrobes of wonderment and warmth.
roasty toasty, son.
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did you happen to have an interest in seeing me and my wifey?
sorry you missed us?
well,
i got them consolation jauns for your faces:

family fun.
in F*ing full effect.
one of our four XI-mastimes.
done and done.
never quiet, never soft.....