o' holy night, o' holy sh!t...

O' happy F*ing christmas day, mutha-uckers.
never mind those 12 days of weak sauce, duders...
the eleven days of really realness
are what's actually a-poppin' during
this merry jolly happy holiday season.
it's all a sequence of escalating avalanched attacks.
that's real.
anyway,
i hope all you stuffed-up stocking-footed festive
fal-la-la-la-lollygaggers are having a good one.
first comes X-mas, my ninjas,
and then that's followed by the real holiday.
yeah.
XI-mas doesn't storm the shores all the way
until tomorrow.
or as the canucks call it:
'boxing day'.
but that's not today, neighbors.
today is for the children, son.
just like that WU-TANG jauns.
uh-huh.
the woodsly goodness is callin' us home again.
and in the in-betweening time,
there's a whole lot of family time,
deep in the heart of connecticut
we've been wallowing in relatives,
from the elderly to the infants,
and all the bloodfeuding bloodlines
that flesh out the bark and leaves
of the trees an' that.
yes.
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it's been a heck of a time, y'all.
it's all happened.
it all keeps happening.
i am grateful for the opportunity,
i am grateful for the time..
merry christmas to all,
and to all a good night;
never quiet, never soft.....