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December 25, 2001 - 8:16 a.m.

Merry Christmas [your name here]

In years past I would be woken before the sun was up by two little dinks anxious to open their presents. Before long the floor would be a sea of shredded wrapping paper. My little boys would be in their PJs, happily showing me all the neat stuff Santa had brought them. I would spend part of the day assembling whatever toys we (or Santa) had gotten them. We always spent way too much money, but we always got through.

This year it's 8:15 and my two little dinks are still fast asleep. They got in about midnight, back from their annual trip to MI to be with the grandparents and cousins. Son2 was anxious about the present we had gotten Son1 a few days ago. He wanted to get it out last night and make with the Christmas... at midnight. No way. But now the fire-engine-red Squier Strat is perched on a guitar stand by the tree.

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