It's finally that time of year again - lights are on houses, the garland's on lintels, festive wreaths garnish candle-lit windows - and in the yards of some of our more tasteless neighbors, those big stupid inflatable Christmas lawn decorations. Well, at least out-of-towners aren't yet paying good money just to tour the neighboorhood.
Christmas is one of the finest times of the year, much like Independence Day smack in the middle of summer. Solstice is just around the corner, gingerbread and nutmeg cookies start popping up in the kitchen, the air has that certain snap (when it's not raining). Children go to sleep dreaming of sugarplum fairies, parents scheme and plan to get things just right. Everyone looks forward to family, food and fun that so characterize the season. But you know what is the absolute best thing about Christmas?
Santa's coming...
Christmas is one of the finest times of the year, much like Independence Day smack in the middle of summer. Solstice is just around the corner, gingerbread and nutmeg cookies start popping up in the kitchen, the air has that certain snap (when it's not raining). Children go to sleep dreaming of sugarplum fairies, parents scheme and plan to get things just right. Everyone looks forward to family, food and fun that so characterize the season. But you know what is the absolute best thing about Christmas?
Santa's coming...
AND HE'S COMING TO OUR HOUSE!!!
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