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Christmas 2006

Monday, Dec. 25, 2006 - 1:58 a.m.

Christmas with the family is always fun, and more and more each year, I find that my sense of humor is well-aligned with the Espinosa family.

We gathered on Christmas Eve this year instead of Christmas Day.

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I saw my cousin Mark Anthony for the first time in several years. He works at an entertainment establishment into the wee hours of the morning, and usually is so exhausted he can't make the drive from San Francisco to Livermore -- but this year, he did!

It was great to see him after so long.

In all honesty, he did attain reasonable levels of consciousness at one point, acknowledged that he knew he was going to be something of a waistoid while he was there but wanted to visit anyway, and said he said he'd rather be sacked out there in the middle of the festivities than at home asleep alone. I couldn't agree more.

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Here, a pair of thoughtfully placed red pipe-cleaners add a festive touch to an ordinary Dancing Santa Claus:

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And here, we have the spread that was on the island in the kitchen throughout the afternoon while the beast was roasting.

This is what was available to eat BEFORE dinner was served:

Dinner was roast beast, and meatballs, and pasta and green beans with garlic.

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We discovered another nice thing about having the dinner on the 24th instead of the 25th -- there was very nearly NO TRAFFIC on the way home, which suited John just fine.

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Wherever you are today, and whatever you're doing -- I wish you peace, knowledge of self, common sense, freedom from hurt, and above all, I wish you love.

Merry Christmas.

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