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I would rather shovel horse shit from barn stables than go to my mother's today.
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I would rather shovel horse shit from barn stables than go to my mother's today.

I would rather shovel horse shit from barn stables than go to my mother's today.



I would rather shovel horse shit from barn stables than go to my mother's today.

I would rather shovel horse shit from barn stables than go to my mother's today.
I would rather shovel horse shit from barn stables than go to my mother's today.
Nothing like finding a big pile of dog puke under your Christmas tree.

How can children scream and cry and make so much noise for so long without a break? I just don't get it...
They have perfect focus and complete purity of intent.
We spend the rest of our lives trying to achieve those two after we outgrow them...
Maharat
Yea!LOLOL *claps* Beautifully done! You shall fit in very well here.Merry Christmas
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been sick for days....now....I am ravenous....shall I eat the house? Or should I take it easy?

They have perfect focus and complete purity of intent.
Maharat

At the same time, why couldn't one of his parrents (I'm just the uncle) have calmed him back to sleep? He was crying from 1:30 to a little after 3:00 am this morning. That's just wrong when I have to get up for work![]()

I remember many a Christmas spent in transit, the hypnotic sound of the train as it rolls down the track, the quiet of the coach, the clinking of the ice in my glass. This was the holiday season for me, traveling from here to there and back again. The solitude between chaotic revelries.
Many years later, families now broken yet again, I find myself in transit yet again. It's a familiar isolation with only the spirit of the season to give me warmth, but it does. It warms my very soul and I find myself wondering why. Why should I find such a peace in the loneliness when this is the time of year for gatherings of family and friends? Why is there such comfort in being alone when the world it seems is coming together?
Perhaps it's my hermetic nature, or just maybe it's the objectivity that comes with dispassionate observation but I can see and feel the most hardened of hearts soften if sometimes only even slightly due to this Christmas effect that many bemoan has passed into extinction. It is not like the old days they say but I disagree. It has always been there and I believe it always will. Perhaps not as we always want it but then I think we are not always meant to have everything that we want.
This intangible thing called the Christmas spirit is not solely the domain of Christians and although they have attempted to make the holiday their own, it belongs to everyone. It was there within us before they existed and will continue after they are gone because it is intrinsically human. And it is not culturally specific. It exists and I could cite many examples but I’ll spare you. It is my hope that you will take just a moment out of the ridiculously hectic schedule that I'm sure most people have this time of year and just see. Look around for those examples of selflessness and charity. Not those presents of gameboys and toaster ovens but those most precious gifts of giving and kindness. Acts of angels some people say but they are human I can tell you.
There is something special that happens at this time of year that many do not notice. But if you do, I promise it will warm your heart and give you a feeling of peace and wonder.
If you happen to be traveling this season and you are witness to an unexpected gift of kindness by a stranger, it's not important whether you believe it to be from an angel or just a man possessed by the Christmas spirit, only remember that anyone can make a difference, as long as you believe that you can. Even when you are alone.
Merry Christmas to all.

It may be the very familiarity that lends the peace. I grew up moving every couple of years and living in a series of houses provided by the company my dad worked for. They all leaked. Eventually my family settled and dad bought a house. It didn't feel properly like home to me until we'd been there several years and it finally sprung a leak.maggot420 said:I remember many a Christmas spent in transit, the hypnotic sound of the train as it rolls down the track, the quiet of the coach, the clinking of the ice in my glass. This was the holiday season for me, traveling from here to there and back again. The solitude between chaotic revelries.
Many years later, families now broken yet again, I find myself in transit yet again. It's a familiar isolation with only the spirit of the season to give me warmth, but it does. It warms my very soul and I find myself wondering why. Why should I find such a peace in the loneliness when this is the time of year for gatherings of family and friends? Why is there such comfort in being alone when the world it seems is coming together?
