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Welcome to Holidailies, where certain members of the journal community make a pledge to update our journals on a daily basis as a special Christmas gift to you, our loyal readers. Nothing, I repeat NOTHING is going on in the office today. The big boss is out, the marketers are sick, and the rest of us are kibitzing about movies and scaring the bejeezus out of folks living in snow globes. The rest of the month is going to be very like this. Next Thursday is the annual office lunch (which I'll miss, as I'll be off getting my bridge installed at lunch) and charity basket auction (which will take most of the afternoon). Friday is our department lunch and gift war. Half the place will be on vacation most of the other days. The Boxing Day stuff is done and ready. Hell, the accounting staff is having balancing competitions with their Ball Chairs. The only other time the place gets like this is Stampede Week, when no one is sober enough to get anything done whatsoever. Still, I have huge piles of menial housekeeping crap sitting on my desk, waiting for me to get the gumption to tackle them. Maybe after Christmas. At home we're in the midst of decorating. Ronja threw up the outside lights, we put the icicles in the window, and the new tree stand is ready for the tree we'll pick up tonight. Some cleaning and tidying and we're ready for tomorrow night's party. I feel so damn Christmassy this year - far more than normal. Maybe it's that Lite 96 has played nothing but Christmas music since the last week in November. All I have to do to get in the mood is punch 4 on my car radio and something with bells will be playing. Yay! In Ancient Times...
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