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santa
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santa sounds
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no one here
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Xmas soup by Progresso
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These are all very nice, but that last one is my favourite. Are you the one on Santa's lap, or the one standing beside?
Apparently, at the age of one, I recognized my Mom's brother dressed as Santa, and pulled off the beard. My father loved to tell that story. :) (We weren't raised believing in Santa Claus anyway.)
Posted by: aurora | December 24, 2007 at 06:12 PM
Hi, Aurora. You were, of course, precociously observant (almost said obnoxious). That's Arthur in Santa's lap. I'm observing and Linda seems to be a little skeptical. She would have been 4 that Christmas, and the twins just turned 3.
Posted by: david giacalone | December 24, 2007 at 06:17 PM
My father taught me to never apologize for being smart. So there.
Who's the other little boy?
Posted by: aurora | December 24, 2007 at 06:28 PM
That's my first cousin Alfred Joseph, the son of Santa's helper Big Al. He lives in California and is a Navel Academy grad (probably retired by now, come to think of it).
p.s. I guess you don't get to use that advice very often.
Posted by: david giacalone | December 24, 2007 at 06:34 PM
So is your middle name Alfred or Arthur?
Posted by: aurora | December 24, 2007 at 06:38 PM
Neither. Ms. Smartie. We've had this conversation before, and I'm the Baby Boomer with all the burned-out memory synapses. I think I'll let you make a few more guesses.
Posted by: david giacalone | December 24, 2007 at 07:09 PM
If it's "Aurora", that'd be uber creepy.
Posted by: aurora | December 24, 2007 at 07:18 PM
Finally, we are in complete, auspicious, autonomic agreement.
Posted by: david giacalone | December 24, 2007 at 07:22 PM
There's a rumor that Aurora and David are the same person. Has anyone ever seen them together?
Don't mind me. Holidays put me in a giddy mood.
Nice set, David. I especialy like "Xmas soup."
Posted by: Bill | December 25, 2007 at 01:12 AM
Very scary thought, Bill. Far as I know, AA and DAG have never even been in the same State or Province simultaneously. Imagine the shrink bills if I wake up someday and realize I wrote all those tanka.
Posted by: david giacalone | December 25, 2007 at 04:57 AM