It's the most something day of the year. I'm dreaming of a white something.
In New York we will have a white Christmas. Sort of. Greyed with soot and yellowed with gifts from dogs dressed in sweaters and booties. Merry, etc.
Sorry, does one sound jaded?
One needs little children scooped up into the collective madness that is Christmas. For some of us, that is (sniff) far in the past.
I for one will go to the movies and eat steak with friends. With much flowing Italian wine. Making merry in our jaded old way. And, you know, happy to be together.
Merry something and Happy the other. Let's leave it at that as we drink oceans of delicious Italian wines.
Ciao e benedetti siate.
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