There's no way to get around it the countdown already started until the big man
comes, which one I can't say, there are so many, from the one at the end of the
Thanksgiving parade to those at every tree lighting in every city I pass
through; I am as nostalgic for Christmas this year as much as I was more than a
decade ago, yet not so stupid as to think to test her with well wishes or worse
to send the card, even if I even knew who or where to send it to; why do I get
so silly this time of year, vaguely wishing I was still young enough to believe
the big man was real, arguing once -- at that in between age-- that I knew the
Easter Bunny wasn't real yet Santa Claus was, worse as I got older -- perhaps
less wise-- I even questioned if love was real, with her or anyone else
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