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Monday, December 8

Madre Mio

I got my new January (!!!) ish of YM. My madre handed it to me in the Alberton's parking lot, and Tom Welling was on the cover. Since I've seen him the few times I've watched Smallville (Shattered was a really good eppy...the rest are crap though), I (retardedly) said, "Hey! He went to my summer camp!" and this girl next to me turns around and sees the YM, and then goes, "OMUHGOD YOU KNOW TOM WELLING! EEE!" and starts asking me what his favorite color is or whatever. I kept repeating, "Um, joke? I don't know him...hello??" Then her padre was all, "C'mon, Christina, we gotta go."

Whoa. Can you spell OBSESSION? C-H-R-I-S-T-I-N-A. I don't even know who the hell she is.

One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip ... but there were problems everywhere.

Four of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular elves so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule.

Then Mrs Claus told Santa that her mum was coming for a visit. This stressed Santa even more.

When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heavens knows where. More stress.

Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys. So frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of coffee and a shot of whiskey. When he went to the cupboard he discovered that the elves had hid the liquor and there was nothing to drink.

In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the coffee pot and it broke in hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor.

He went to get the broom and found that the mice had eaten the straw it was made from. Just then the doorbell rang and Santa cussed on his way to the door. He opened the door and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas tree.

The little angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas Santa. Isn't it just a lovely day? I have a beautiful tree for you. Isn't it a lovely tree. Where would you like me to stick it?"

Thus began the tradition of the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.

[listening to: "It's the End of the World (as we know it) - REM]

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