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It Says Here

by Christmas. Or

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it says here . . .” I begin.

“First things first,” mumbles Ben, who is engaged in his annual re-establishment of diplomatic relations with the electric train, which he always can’t understand something in the transformer of. I don’t tell him that if he’d leave the train up all year round he and the transformer wouldn’t have to go through this every Christmas Eve. I don’t tell him because it’s too early. This is what I tell him around 2:00 a.m., and I’m a stickler for tradition.

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