wintry mixing.

neighbors,
what's up with the spirits and memories
of the woodsly goodness getting comfy-cozy
in cahoots with the coconspiring holiday spirit?
i'm serious, y'all.
a severe surge in appropriate actions
for active participation is well underway up here.
huh?
i'm not dressing up as an abominable snowman.
what's that?
uh-uh.
i'm not riding in a one-horse open sleigh.
no.
c'mon.
i want you to just wait and i'll explain...
wrapped gifts wreak havoc on my sense
of accurate accountable amounts
and my inherent, pathological necessity for more.
y'know?
it's XI-mas after all;
it should go to eleven.
just sayin'.
a weak-sauce pile is not a masterful mountain.
not once, not never.
and a worthy warrior of shopping until dropping
is honor-bound to overwhelm his foes,
and his fellow recipients of noeltime cheer,
with expertly-selected luxuries, trinkets, and gewgaws.
yeah.
that happens.
and you merry mutha-yuleloggers know it-
XI-mas is a demanding little b!tch.
guys,
being a consumate gift-giving viking appreciation
magnate for gratitude and generosity
takes a whole bunch of effort and forethought.
all that really means is a lot of second list peoples
are gonna be beat for treats this time around.
awwwwwwwww, man.
you ninjas know about the second list?
it's like flying standby.
it's like a 'weather-permitting' notice.
and for the record-
the second list is still only for mutha-lickers who're
ON the real list,
and not OFF THE LIST.
it's just that the honor roll call
is divided into two columns-
family,
and friends.
and this year,
half the family doesn't rank treats either.
yuuuuuuuuuuup.
we rep a hard-style.
fact.
and we don't worry too much about being naughty.
don't be bummed out if you don't get a package.
i still like you maybe,
just in a negligible dollar amount.
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that ol' thor's day thunder is here.
uh-huh.
in the form of premeditated precipitation.
as in- nature thought about how to F*
with the A* of the woodsly goodness,
and decided on puking slurpees down on
all the windswept stormblown business
in these cold and dismally depressing mountains.
ugh.
that soulless solstice sh!t sucks all the balls, y'all.
except for the part about it being my kid's birthday.
that part is okay.
otherwise?
yep.
a deep darkness is in effect.
i know, yo,
it'll start brightening in a week or so,
but until that day?
doo-doo buttery shadowland suckiness
is what's a-poppin' in the realm.
we'll see what happens.
today is most probably the day.
it usually is, isn't it?
yeah;
never quiet, never soft.....