Merry damn holidays!

We’ve tucked Maud away in the toe of Mr. Maud’s Christmas stocking. She may work her way out by Monday, but I’m just warning you that she may be surviving fine on all the gelt* and candycanes. It might be a sort of pleasant respite for her. We’ll just see come Monday, won’t we?

*My mother always put some Hanukkah gelt in the bottom of our Christmas stocking. Another of her many kind, Unitarian qualities.


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