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[phthalombrage]

We're so unenthusiastic. Both the kids are in high school and everyone is lazy and preoccupied.
We've got one string of lights running along the edge of the roof but we turn them off at around 11.
An artificial wreath hangs on the artificial door.
The tree and its dressings remain in the attic.
Nobody's going to visit us. We're going to "midnight" mass and suffering through awkward conversation and the acid of my mom's observations at Jim's tomorrow.
Since nobody cares, the magic doesn't work.
Sleigh bells ring silent. Nobody's listening anyway.
How's that for holiday cheer?

I suppose it is better than freezing in a fish market and supping on beef jerky / a processed cheese sandwich. The ticket stub remains in my jacket pocket.

Correction.
We have a tree now.
Brian dragged this hilariously sad beast down.









A few hours later, he discovered that my cat had peed on it.
She peed on the Christmas tree.
Roffle.


Then we made these pre-cut monsterpieces.









It was fulfilling.
This is my last Christmas at home.

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[phthalombrage]

Or a Kwanzaa shrub.

Source: An old Torch. Once again.

That old lady who cooks. haha.