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Update a few seconds after posting this
I've had this in my quotes file since 1988 and it was only now that I noticed that “Christmas” was misspelled “Christams.”
It's very early Christmas morning—so early the sun isn't up yet, but we still are. We're just chilling out, half watching Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood dubbed in Quebecian French (don't ask me—Spring is the one who started it) and half surfing the Inter—
—power goes out.
Dark. The entire area around the Facility in the Middle of Nowhere is sans power this early Christmas morning.
So we end up with Spring telling a Celtic færie tale by candlelight as we sat around our (rather small) Christmas tree …