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Ah, Christmas weekend. A great thing, and the Tuesday Christmas is the best. I've informally polled my friends around town, and more than half of them aren't working Monday or their offices (like mine) are closed. It's a four-day weekend, so we get the best of Thanksgiving and Christ's birth. Maybe we should pass a law that makes Christmas fall on Tuesday every year. If my enthusiasm for this development is shared by others, I'm sure some well-meaning but doofus (or dufus?) politician will propose it ("Hey, we do it for Thanksgiving, why not Christmas?"). Then again, lots of shops shut down altogether next week, so my four-day giddiness might be pitiful next to the leisure that yawns before them.
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College football resumes in full swing today: three bowl games. I participate in a small family bowl pool: You pick the winners of each bowl and rank them by confidence level, 32 to 1. Whoever gets the most points wins. We, (ahem) of course, are just playing funzies and for bragging rights, but it greatly increases one's interest in these lame bowl games. Hats off to my cousin Ralph who coordinates all this, along with sophisticated spreadsheets that allow for immediate leader updates and other features.

I picked the wrong team in the first two bowl games, but they were small potatoes. Bigger games loom today.
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It's a bit corny, but one of my favorite Christmas songs is, "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year." But one lyric puzzles me:

There'll be scary ghost stories
And tales of the glories of
Christmases long, long ago

Ghost stories? That simply isn't part of my Christmas memory, Dickens' Christmas Carol excepted. And glories of Christmases long ago? I had great Christmases as a child, but I'm not sure I tell stories about their "glories." I remember hearing about my wife's uncle getting so drunk on Cold Duck that he vomited off his mother-in-law's wrap-around front porch, but I'm not sure that qualifies either.

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