It’s early morning and I’m waiting for Michael to wake up so we can open our Christmas presents. The little kid in me wants to pinch his nose until he wakes up to speed things along, but Santa still has time to take away gifts if I’m naughty. I’ll be nice and sit here, try…
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Signs of Christmas
A rutabaga in your cubicle is a sign of Christmas. I bought this bad boy for my annual contribution to our family Christmas Dinner, the Turnip Puff. A co-worker and admirer of door photographs, brought in some of his Moroccan wife’s bean dish for me try. A generous Christmas gesture gratefully received. An amazing dish,…
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