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Merry (insert relevant holiday term here)

Us lapsed Catholics still call it Christmas but we're broad minded and you can wish us happy holidays or something else if you prefer.


Phil's Phun posted this and I just had to share.

It's Christmas eve and we're on a beach in Panama downing Coronas and Balboas and noshing on cheeseburgers.

Merry Christmas to Phil and to the rest of you. We'll see you all in the new year.

Comments

Boom Boom Larew said…
I'm so jealous! Noshing on cheeseburgers and downing Coronas on the beach sounds like a perfect way to celebrate!
Shawn Ohara said…
Happy Christmas and a very Merry New Year!
nonamedufus said…
It's the way to do it. We had 35-40cm of snow when we left. More expected tomorrow. The only thing white here is the sand. But it's turkey tonight!
nonamedufus said…
Same to you Shawn. Glad we survived the end of the world!
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