Well, here we go again — it’s the beginning of November, and half the folks in town have already hauled out their tinsel, tangled themselves in lights, and declared it Christmas like the calendar don’t matter. I can’t even buy a gallon of milk without walking past inflatable snowmen doing the cha-cha in somebody’s yard.Now don’t get me wrong — I like Christmas. I like the c...
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