We grew up like animals listening to the radio. We never wore socks. We had our feet tattooed. Prints of multi-coloured zebras and lions look pretty cool. I was never a great wrapper, and I always hated writing like a savage beast deprived of Lucky Charms.
I was going to get my wife a book for Christmas, but I don’t have any good cook books. Maybe I should gift wrap a cube of ice. I’m not sure why the Brewington community thinks of me as an immature child. Let’s gather around the Christmas tree and share the spirit of goodwill together. Sure hope the WRICH radio audio files are in the study. Time to get down to work. Get busy. High-ho, high-ho… it’s off to work I go!
I went back into the study. My lion’s den is where all the fun happens. I believe in Saint Nick. I believe Ottis O’Toole is Daniel Blowden and that Daniel is Santa. It all happens, and it’s magical. Scavenging through files, I found something else from the good old station. If you feel like you’re losing control, keep going.
Again, going back into the study. I’m furiously wrapping gifts and remembering ghosts from the past like it was yesterday. People think I’m trying to be funny. I’m not a comedian. It does nothing for me. I just need to wrap the gifts tight and tie the last bow. Only the best. I feel a sick satisfaction. Happy Holidays!