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Mountains of Plastic

Tonight our Ariah and Apsen were bounteously showered with plastic as assembled by the fine hands of Chinese workers, branded by Disney, and gifted by grandparents, aunts and uncles. May my daughters’ young, girlish hearts obtain all the joy this world would be lacking without such delicately crafted polymers. May the not quite true spirit of Christmas, i.e. receiving, mysteriously fill them with the true spirit of Christmas for years to come. And when they’re old enough to realize the true spirit of Christmas, may they, in turn, take part in corrupting their own children and musing, as their father did, on this paradoxical season.

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