Hauling our turkey-bloated bodies
out to the mall on the day after Thanksgiving to buy Christmas presents
no one needs at a price no one can afford for relatives no one even
likes is as American as lard-encrusted refined-sugar-soaked Alar-sprayed
apple pie. And just as good for us.
One of my personal life challenges is to still the demons of acquisition that live in my soul. Sometimes I think I was a crow in a former life; I am attracted to stuff. I tend to clutter and collect. I must say that I have improved in this area, but the flaw is still there.
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