I lied in the last post. Nothing feels like Christmas. I'd write a poem about it, but I don't think I have the energy to rhyme. That last word doesn't even look right.
~I'll have a blue Christmas without you...~ Damn, you know you're feeling festive when the only thing you can think of is Conor Oberst crooning into a microphone.
...I want one.
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