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December 16, 2006


Paul Lyon

Given the season:

Angels we have heard on high, tell us to go out and buy!

God rest ye merry merchants may ye make the Yuletide pay!

Hark the Herald Tribune sings, advertising wondrous things.

Oh, and if you see Santa and his reindeer overhead, don't stand underneath when they fly by.


For some reason, it's the squirrel (or two - go on, it's Christmas) that gets me.

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