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It was a few days before Christmas, many years ago...

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I remember waking up early one morning and finding my mother in the kitchen, preparing my father a special breakfast. 

"Shhh" she says to me, " your father is still sleeping". 

"What was all that noise last night", I asked her. 

"Oh that" she explained. 

"That was your father coming home from the company's Christmas party".

"He stumbled in around 3 am, drunk as a skunk".

"He tripped over the chair, knocked into the coffee table, breaking my favourite vase and pissed on the ficus tree".

"Then he stumbled up the stairs and puked in the hallway, all before I managed to drag him to bed"

" I don't get it, why aren't you furious". I asked. 

"When I tried to take off his pants, he pulled away screaming,,,, leave me alone. I am a happily married man!" 

 

Let's make make this a Christmas to remember. 

 

Sacha 

613-315-9969 

 

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