Well, I celebrate Christmas, and I admit that, as long as I live with my parents, there'll still be some Christianity in it, since, if my mother feels up to it, we even go to Church. I usually just rise and sit when I have to, and, when I sit, being deprived of decent music or reading material, and given little else to compensate, I usually just play five-finger fillet (or Knife in the Water, as I call it) with the golf pencils they put in pews. Hell, last year, I actually had a Christmas eve dinner at a diner with a priest (my grandfather is a deacon, and is, thus, close to the church.) I didn't say much, and just sat reading Jude the Obscure when I wasn't eating. As for the actual day itself, I can't complain. I got, among other things, a myPassport drive, a Velvet Underground Cd, and books by Bukowski.
Comparing the Universal Oneness of All Life to Yo Mama since 2010.
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I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.
I was born with the gift of laughter and a sense the world is mad.
