Christmas comes but once a year, and that’s one too many times for me. This year is no different, but the hated holiday brings more than slacking workers and “holiday cheer.” A blast from my past not only infiltrates my workspace with her incompetence, she shows up at a secret retreat - wreaking havoc to my well-laid plans. It won’t be Santa she has to worry about pleasing. I will bend her to my will by bending her over my bench. Merry Christmas to me.
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