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It occurred to me yesterday that most of the things I want for Christmas are things you can't really get me.
Like snow.
And to live in a less screwed-up world.

Sigh. Welp, go on with the one I've got. Christmas presents are (mostly) bought, at least; ditto food shopping; ditto sending out Christmas letters, at least to the people who aren't getting them hand delivered. I'm putting off job applicatin' til Monday.

I should probably do some cleaning, though.