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Times of Change The fists pounded on every door in the home. The pads of their feet are rhythmic as the two boys roam. "What did Santa bring me?" the littlest redhead exclaimed "Stupid, Santa ain't real," his brother retorted, attitude mostly untamed "Neither is the word, ain't," corrected the boys' father, Stress is drawn …
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Still, a long way to go. I’m driving. It’s late. Nope, strike that. It’s early. I left my house at 3 am and have a long way to go. The drive is fourteen hours, the beginning, middle and end of a day. I’ll stop in Chetwynd for coffee, PG for breaky, Williams Lake for a …
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Krumpus Why can't we be a Krumpus Christmas this year? After all we've gone through, people still say, 'be a cheer.' No. I don't want to. I want to hang black lights and wallow in a deep self pity It's been a hard few years of digging a fretty I can say I'm happy and …
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