All Three Godfathers

Had a wonderful Christmastime. Speakerphones, star wars, leather jackets, faithful. So that was Christmas. The Merrimack became unfrozen reflecting an authentic blue blue Christmas this morning. Another year over. The moon tonight was an ornament and I was an evergreen branch. A new one just begun. Politics are not the stuff of Christmas Eve parties believe me, especially when outnumbered by suburban newborn Republicans intent on rationalization for every nuance and miscalculation of the current administration that will remain nameless in this blog. War is over if you want it. All I want for Christmas is a really good tan. War is over NOW!