Softly lit, Christmas-y room. Bubble lights bubbling. Fireplace burning. Christmas albums playing (some of the free LPs from the Library Book Sale). Feel the Season, Cheryl. And the Reason for the Season. **deep breath**
Merry Christmas.
(Okay, that's better. Later, I'll whine about the South Park Mall Apple Store. I want to whine now, but I'm not going to. Santa's got that pesky list of his, and Gene Autrey says he's a double-checker. Gene is not exactly Roy Rogers, but in this case I'll cut him some slack and believe him.)
(You did know I was madly in love with Roy Rogers when I was four, right?)
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