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Christmas Eve to me, evidently, is sitting by the fire in an oversized flannel plaid shirt with the most perfect cup of freshly brewed Earl Grey, finishing up the transcribing of a full length play into a Word document after spending yet another ridiculous evening with the Czech side of the family [the large side, that is] back in Smalltown CT, having been beaten one too many times by three too many Nerf swords and having had just the perfect amount of Sam Adams with a side of mum's mac n cheese.

Happy Holidays. Cheers to Family.