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I am sitting in front of the computer in my Mom's office. Outside the stately spruce trees have been well-frosted with snow. Little dancing snowflakes outside my window remind me that Christmas, even with all its corrupting commericialism, still can make me childishly gleeful. Inside I am sitting in my flannel pyjamas, sporting a very stained housecoat, crooked glasses, and some lovely bed-head. I am sipping away at a steaming mug of coffee. I am happy.