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A Christmas Story, or a Gift Only I Could Love (1972)

So huddle around the Trump Dumpster Fire and I’ll tell you a personal true story of a Christmas 45 years ago. Yes, I am old. On Christmas Eve we were in the car headed for my paternal grandparent’s house next … Continue reading

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