‘Twas the morning of Christmas in the atheist’s house and nothing was stirring, not even a mouse.
This was because she knew the real reason for the season is the axial tilt of the Earth and so did not feel the need to arise from her bed any earlier than usual.
Also, she didn’t keep mice.
I have somehow managed to wangle it so that today I am only seeing the people I love the most, which feels like a Christmas present to myself.
No matter what you believe, or don’t believe, I hope everyone has a happy and peaceful day…we need a few more of those I think.
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Wangle is possibly one of the best words ever, and I’m glad you have managed to wangle in this post.
No-one tells you that one of the advantages of getting older is an improved ability to wangle life into a more suitable form, using whatever words you fancy. It doesn’t always work but when it does it’s a delight.