It's December and one of the nicest times of the year.
To start with, I have to write an annual Xmas letter and highlight a few relatives, some fake characters, my screw-ups, and life in these times where I include some of you from up here.
They love it.
Especially when I single out some of the more colorful kids for our annual Christmas letter.
Like weird Clifford, who has to be watched constantly because he is a pyromaniac.
I've nicknamed him the Torch.
I even include old memories about various stumblebums.
"Don't send me your newsletter again, you mentally deficient dwarf!"
That hurt.
It wa...
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