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The Magic of Christmas

True story this morning.

I’m working in my studio hearing the children, now home on Christmas break, playing so nicely in the other room. Visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads, I’m envisioning.

When my son runs into my studio with his latest art project.

“Papa look at my new mask”.

“Cool. What is it” I asked in wonderment.

“It’s a buttmask. See? One eye is the butthole and tho other eye comes out of the fart!”

Ahh, my wonderful imaginative son.

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