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My old hound dog Sundance and I used to have a Christmas skit that we used to entertain our Christmas guests. We would all be sitting around the kitchen table having tea and cookies then I would get up and say I was going to go see if I could guess what was in the Christmas present that Grandma sent me. Then when I was out of sight I would put a empty prop Christmas present over my head and then step back out were the guests could see me. I would say - oh man I just had to peek now its stuck - oh oh my eyes are getting itchy I think there are wool socks in here - help me Sundance. Then Sundance would rush over and start ripping the Christmas present off my head and once he got it off he would tear it into a million pieces. Cheers!
The rain falls on the rivers and trees and we live by the Golden rule. But a hard road can bring us all to our knees and we can die by our own point of view.