Four calling birds


We have arrived at that time of the holiday season when it's hard to tell what day of the week it is. And all the pants seem to have shrunk.

But the sun is a little higher in the sky. And in 23 days, a lot of bad people will be leaving our lives for good.

Meanwhile, somebody's got to eat the rest of the cinnamon rolls. It might as well be you.

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