Well, one would have to presume that Santa and his reindeer have arrived safely home escorted no doubt (in this day of age) by two stealth fighter jets or a couple of drones. Either way, after a little rest, it will be party time at the North Pole and then back to work for the elves while Prancer and Dancer do their thing and dashing Dasher dashes off to find a girl reindeer. You do believe, don't you?
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Well, now what'll we do gentle reader? We could do some pondering, I guess. Maybe even solve some troublesome questions I've thought about this year.
Looking in the fridge for some goodies for my baked potato I had to ask, why is there an expiration date on "sour" cream? Yesterday, my gal asked me to "sit down" and watch a TV program with her. Later, when I was dozing off, she said, "Sit up." Why is it, either way, down or up, it achieves the same result? Thinking back, how come my (then) teenage son quickly learned to drive a car, but cannot operate a lawnmower or vacuum?
Well, this could be fun, but we have things to cover before 2013 hits us squarely in the face...