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Well, here we are. It's winter. Just kill me...please. Since it would
be nearly impossible for anyone to kill me through the computer, I suppose that my blues can just stay inside me, where they
belong. Where did I get those blues, you ask? Well, my friend, it's very simple. You see, I love the winter time. Now,
you just hold on; I know I'm not at the point yet. Geeze, I don't interupt you in the midst of your stories. Anyway,
as I was saying before I was rudely interupted, I love Christmas.
I don't just lve Christmas; I love all of the holidays that are all crammed up next to each other.
I love Hannukah, I love Kwanza, and I love you, Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve. Decemeber has more holidays than any
other month, and it seems that they are all within one week of each other. The only issue is if they come fast, which they
do, they leave just as fast.
So, just as you bought the presents, baked the cookies, cleaned the house, decorated the house, wrapped
the presents, went to church, opened the presents, and cleaned up in lightning speed, it is over just like that.
All of that preapration for what? One or two days of fun, and then there is nothing. After this time of year, there is nothig
until November of the next year, whe it all starts up again. I bet Dick Clark feels the pain, too. His entire career is based
on one night.
But I digress. The point of all this is that I am sad, not because it's January (I kind of like this
month), but because everything that has been worked up to for an entire month is over. So, in a way, I am in a holiday detoxification.
My body is addicted to the hustle and bustle of the holidays. But everyday can't be a holiday, or else they wouldn't be very
special at all. So, I'm blue, big whoop, right? Exactly, my friend. The point of this is I'll get over it. Heck, before you
know it, it will be Christmas again, and I'll be smiling like a drug-induced Wal*Mart greeter once again.
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