Christmas is over, as it is, as it is always is, as it always will be-a day that comes and goes, and brings and carries away with it the memories of times past, present and maybe even the future. There are many things that could be said about it- things that are sentimental to the extreme that could bring tears of joy and sadness, things that have no place to exist, things that should not be thought of, things that should be dreamed and lived in reality, things that evoke Marcus Aurelius. Who knows?
It'll come again, with all its joy and all its sadness, of old friends becoming acquaintances and then strangers, and of strangers becoming acquaintances and then fast friends- and it'll be Christmas once more, a phoenix rising from the flames of the dead past.
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| triple dog dared. |
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| is there? |
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| ho ho ho. |
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| real and/or fake, it's over. |
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