23 - Christmas.
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Last year's christmas day, we all took barbecues
out to the picnic table over by what's left of the
old playground in our complex. Pete was baking
potatoes, Hat was grilling turkey pieces, Del
brought out some fresh bread, and Lucy and I had
gone and picked up about 2 dozen boxes of
slightly-expired instant stuffing at a warehouse
sale over at Obern. The kind in the box, salty but
we had a ton of it which is great. Lots of others
brought out bits and pieces and plates and cups
and all that. Even a few elfs came and hung out
for a bit, and were showing us this game with rods
and cord that none of us had seen before. It was
like some kind of competitive jump-rope dueling
thing. And you know, even the centaurs came around
and weren't jerks for once, and they brought a
whole wagon full of booze, which sure helped
things stay merry. They had another wagon with
toys for the kids. And I guess that's why we never
go all out against them even though they usually
bully and smack us around - there's always just
enough good stuff that we remember and keep
hanging on to. Such as it is with many bad
relationships, I guess. Anyways, last year's
Christmas day, it was a really good time.
But that was last year, and this is this year with
the covid, and now we're all hunkered down in our
houses and gazing out the windows at the slush and
ice covering the common area. The centaurs are out
there, cussing and yelling and having a knife
fight tournament or some other stupid-ass thing.
