In the extreme extent of examinations exhibiting exultant extortions one naturally defaults to the antepenultimate position. Six exes and not sex ibexes are not the easiest to string together in a sentence of intentionality. We fostered together words and forms, reports and by-laws, letters and memoranda, and we came off Scott free.
The man backed down on principles of sanity restored. My partner in crime and I sat before the courts watching the dispensing of penalties both foolish and undefended. A good civic lesson not distilled by Honda. Of issues of fines one would ponder, that merely remitting the set fines would be cheaper by half that the added fees and penalties of lateness and judicial financial compensation to the city.
By neither do I digest nor do I press the forward buttons. The season is nigh upon us. When was the last time you sighed about the use of “nigh”? LED’s day-lighted the street as of the first as is specified in the neighbourhood beatification and sanity act. The strip of strings strung gaily about, Santa’s sleigh slightly slanted ajaunt.
This end of the week we trudge through knee deep snow In search of the perfect branch bearing balsam. Probably leaving with numerous examples for friends and family alike. The beauty and stature of conifers conferred on. Decisions made slashed and dropped like a twig in the forest.
Lest I foist undesirables on one or ‘tother of yee plebes in the aether, let me assure you we will get use from said baums. Lighted and delighted for the visiting masses. This street viewing from near and afar. Propitious as we wish it in the Christmas Season. We await the 12 days to count down to have our pine become a pear. Our bees knees stuck in the tree to become a partridge once the turtle doves had departed. The annual yule tide greets and meets. Smiles will abound on faces.
Grinch has always had an invite to the street, yet never has he called in his note. It has once been totally green, and the remainder at least skiff white. To date we are teetering on another skifficuous 25th. Gaiety and frivolity, neighbours and friends abound on the ground. Truly blessed with health and home, we assimilate the colours of the season. Perhaps imbibe too much, eat too much, talk too much, walk too much, relax too much, burn too much firewood, socialize and cavort too much, but it is truly these excesses which meld us together in a season of giving.
Let me be one of the first this year, Merry Christmas to all! Nuff said.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land.
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