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| Written by Mistress Talia |
| Thursday, 01 January 2009 02:42 |
(with apologies to Edward Fitzgerald for butchering his poem in the title)
Christmas is over; the family is gone. The fridge is piled full of leftovers, so no one has to cook. One settles down to the real holiday, the private holiday. This is how to celebrate New Year's: spreading a futon in front of the television with drinks and munchies at hand and giggling over the newest Family Guy DVDs with the love of my life.
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(with apologies to Edward Fitzgerald for butchering his poem in the title)
