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A Christmas Story.

Kids. Kinda like parrots. Never know just what they are going to learn to repeat. My three-year-old niece was sitting with us in church tonight. My menopausal mother handed her the envelope for the basket. She immediately started fanning herself with it and with a heavy sigh turned to me and said, "I'm having a hot flash Uncle Jimmy." It was all I could do to keep it together.

She's starting - or should I say finishing - early.

And with that merry little morsel from the house of Jimbo, I want to wish a very Merry Christmas to all of you, my friends, whether you are digital or not. Thank you so much for spending your time with me. Your comments and letters, your support and criticism, your very presence here has been a miraculous gift, and nothing that Santa could have stuffed into my stocking would have been better.

Except maybe a new M3 or Adriana Lima. But I'm pretty sure that Santa isn't dealing in Narcissistic yuppie fantasies yet. Maybe I should ask Jesus for those.

Shit. Now I’m getting coal for sure.

Merry Christmas.


Comments

Yep...definitely some coal. Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas! Enjoy the noise - you'll miss it when you leave.

Merry Christmas! Have a great time with your family, there is no better way to spend the holiday. :)

Merry Christmas, Jim.

Merry Christmas, dude!

Thank you for regularly giving me things to contemplate and smile about over this past year while my life has been absolute mayhem. Happy Holidays.

Merry Xmas, Jimbo. Love you.

...you were my favorite stocking stuffer.
xo

Have a Merry Yuppy Christmas!

that comment from your niece was classic!!!

Merry Christmas!!!!



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