I Got a New Chair

Been thinking about JFK lately.

Ask not what your country can do for you... you know the rest.

That's such a shit speech. Sounds cool, or whatever, but it's pithy as fuck and just stupid.

Bitch, I am the country; when I do for my country, my country does for me. That's how the goram Founding Fathers set this whole bitch up. Do you even American History, Johnny?

Anyway, I have a  new chair in my office. This is the first time I've sat at my desk to write since the hurricane. Fourteen-and-a-half fucking months ago.

I wouldn't want you to think I am lying

Working at the libary as long as I have, I have managed to get myself scheduled off of story time. But last week I came in for it. Santa was there. There was one little girl whose eyes grew three sizes as soon as he walked in the door. It was one of the sweetest things I've seen in a long time. She took a photo with him and leaned in like he was her oldest, best friend.

I read 'Twas The Night Before Christmas and every once in awhile I would glance out and notice her staring at Santa; happiest grin in the world on her face.

At the end of story time she gave Santa a big hug and told him she loved him before he headed out.

Christmas had finally arrived.

The best part of Christmas this year was being able to be in our home for it. Dexter is finally getting used to it. TGB mostly approves, I think.

I hate Florida. I always will. But the moment I step inside these walls, there is no place else on earth I would rather be.

She's here.

This song.


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