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Christmas.
Dec. 24th, 2007 10:16 pmHouse reasonably clean.
Stockings stuffed.
Mike overheard swearing at his presents to the kids (which he always waits until the 24th to wrap).
Presents out.
Doors locked.
Alarm set for 6.30 so that Robin (who will be awake and vibrating in place in his bed) will know when he can charge downstairs and see what Santa left.
It's more fun to be Santa than it was to see what Santa left us as kids. May you have that same satisfaction in your life daily, regardless of what god(s) you worship or choose to abstain from worshipping.
Back to disappointing people on call. :) (No, even on Christmas, it's bad medicine to just call in an antibiotic without checking you. Yes, I realize it is Christmas. No, you cannot shatter my sense of serenity.)
Stockings stuffed.
Mike overheard swearing at his presents to the kids (which he always waits until the 24th to wrap).
Presents out.
Doors locked.
Alarm set for 6.30 so that Robin (who will be awake and vibrating in place in his bed) will know when he can charge downstairs and see what Santa left.
It's more fun to be Santa than it was to see what Santa left us as kids. May you have that same satisfaction in your life daily, regardless of what god(s) you worship or choose to abstain from worshipping.
Back to disappointing people on call. :) (No, even on Christmas, it's bad medicine to just call in an antibiotic without checking you. Yes, I realize it is Christmas. No, you cannot shatter my sense of serenity.)
