No Tidings of Comfort and Joy

Shouldn't the week before Christmas be a time to wind things down?  You would think so, but we have bids to file, leases to negotiate and permits to pull with no respect for the tidings of the season.
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Course, I get paid for doing this stuff, so I shouldn't complain, but I wouldn't mind a little time this week so that I could partake of a wassail bowl or two.
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Doesn't seem like I'll be able to fit in the merriment.

Tuna Lips said...


I seconds that emoticon, and point out that I has yet to wake in a pile of my own sick with a stocking hangin from my wahoo this here holiday seasonin'. That is downrite un-american. Damn commies, ruinin' my yuletide.

Maria Rowen said...

If you have not already heard...Wednesday is Bring-Your-Wassail-To-Work-Day...So file and lease...Hang a stocking on your mantle...and don't forget to put your chestnuts on an open fire...Oh the merriment!