This Christmas, with my parents out of town and a boy I can’t be with because although he loves me, he drives me insane, I’m realizing who really matters to me.

“And I,

I celebrate the day,

that you were born to die,

so I could one day pray for You to save my life.”

Folks, that’s it, in a nutshell. Merry Christmas!

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And here’s something for the Jews (gotta rep Hanukkah):

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Sheesh…and while I’m at it, I better acknowledge Kwanzaa (since no one else is going to):

“Say it loud:

I’m black and I’m proud!”

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