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My poor father got to relax today and lay about, watch movies with his family, eat a semi-decent meal, exchange some gifts and then retired at 9:30. At 11:30, he emerged from the bedroom in his green vest, shitty logoed name tag. He drank a coke, caught a few jokes of Leno's monologue and then defrosted the windows on the van and went to work. He's fifty-two and works 3rd shift at a Wal-mart stocking merchandise. That, my friends, is Christmas...
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