In A Holiday Way

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ase in point: my 2:00 AM bright idea was to make a play on Clement C. Moore's, "'Twas the Night Before Christmas". Oh, that's original, all right. Just the concept, I think you will agree meets all the requirements listed above. Here's as far as I got in my adrenaline-induced narcosis:

Of course that last sentence never would have fit, but you see where my deluded little mind was going with that. It is a sign of my great faith in you, my friends, that I share this moment of sad digression. And printing it here, I must say, has the added advantage of padding this column out pretty well. That's a real help, because, as I warned you earlier, there just isn't a whole lot going on upstairs right now. A big, fat vacancy sign. Sort of like the dregs you might find at the bottom of a year-end sales bin at the local dollar store.

Another thing about being low on creative energy -- distraction becomes a serious problem. Just now, it was brought to my attention that there is a special pool of sunlight shining on the living room couch. This couch, a rather worn old thing we originally bought as a floor sample on University Ave. in Palo Alto, is not a thing of beauty, but it is certainly the best napping couch this side of the Rockies. Especially with that seductive swath of warm, winter solstice sun falling across its threadbare upholstery...

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