Naughty vs. Nice, by nature, written on the white-as-snow brim of your Santa hat(s)? (Or a bit of each type as in a chocolate with mint stripes? Or also red cherry candies and thick milky creme?) Thus encompassing both qualities in how you rocked that New Year’s Eve (black?) dress? Thus, again, can we merge these two into NewYearsMas?

This holiday that is on the heals of another merges their visual appeal.
Start with dad. And not him shaving, God forbid, as we are still trying to get him another special funky electrical one that is deemed safer. (The old one shorted out. Santa didn’t deliver. At least not yet/this year.) His nursing home aide wore oversize Santa and such sparkling glasses — no doubt inspired by a co-worker who on one Eve wore a Nice hat, then the Next Morn, Day And Night (pulling a double?) a Naughty hat — that was maybe more fitting for not the 24th, but the 31st.
On the TV was a reindeer documentary, and it was noted that they, and the reindeer games they play that continue on (see below), are quite motly and even ugly creatures, with big hair here and little there, but such covering their noses. And as mischievious, with their nibblings across the fence, as an elf, who is going a bit postal because of too much overtime.
Or to mash three TV bits together, as an orangetan stealing an ornament from a snowy owl?
Then a commercial, or was it actually a puff piece? WE Energies has built two 12-million gallon tanks so they can buy up natural gas when it is at its cheapest and stockpile it, rather then purchase it at market — and that often means high — rates in the dead of winter. Can this help fuel the need to run all those holiday yard displays? (OK maybe not so much a puff piece.)
What would a holiday be like without flags, and not just of countries. Constantly rolled out there sports teams among their tapestries hanging from mailbox posts. I didn’t know pro pigskin’s Pittsburg still used/waved their steel curtain of of Terrible Towels. Steeler’s Wheel of time?
And to lead into our now unfolding next holiday, all those (bitcoin?) bits of glitzy and decorative paper circles, the size of dimes, seen every few feet on the floor all across a nightspot or two, making me think that maybe I could gather enough for a bigger tip, but no. The only paper of such type that is more then uh huh, momentarily pretty, but monetary, is a twenty dollar bill. Or fifty in a more upscale club, such as the Twin Cities (exotic?) dance place a new friend works, The Seville — but just as a server mind you — as one of her three jobs, ying and yang and both. To reference what’s above, that’s more than a double.

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