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Merry Christmas, glad you made it,
There’s a table of food to share, and the fireplace is bright with a hardwood fire. We’re all going sledding down Parker’s Hill, then hot cider and Run Toddy for the older set. then NYA is going to disguise one of his liberty call stories as a fairytale (as the statutes of limitations having not run out yet), and then presents for everyone, (we bought them all on a credit card we took of Johnn Kerry when we mugged him and left him dressed as an elf in drag in Greenwich Village, hand cuffed to a tree and no pants.)
Oh ms marlowe, it is beautiful, thank you so much.
Merry Christmas to you.
