The boy put out some cookies for Santa before going to bed. I ate them. I ate them and replaced them with an orange. Because let's face it, Santa needs chocolate chip cookies like he needs a punch in his round belly. I was just talking to Comet and Blitzen the other day, and in exhausted voices they said, "For the love of God, give the man some fruits and vegetables or something."

To those who celebrate Christmas, Merry Christmas from the Phillips family! Go enjoy some egg nog. Those who don't celebrate Christmas can also go enjoy egg nog, and I hope you have a wonderful day as well.

In closing, here's a photo from 1994 that's significant for a few reasons. 1) It's the last time I sat on Santa's lap. 2) It's probably one of the last times I wore jeans. 3) It's one of just 3 or 4 photos in existence of me with dreadlocks (they were pretty small at the time, they got longer before I chopped them off).

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