Indeed, I have spent this last week fighting against water dripping from my ceiling
and shuttling my car on a break-down van.
But in spite, or because, of these mishaps, my Christmas tree is all dressed up
with beautiful white and silver decorations that I have collected here and there, year after year.





Don't stare at me with that questioning look, Santa. As soon as I get my car back, you'll get your gifts...
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