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gosh, mg, you are just brimming with holiday cheer.

back off, jay, unless you want a candy cane up y--

ok, ok! what's the trouble?

this. this is the trouble.

looks like a pile of christmas cards.

exactly. i stayed here until eight o'clock last night. eight o'clock! to get these done so they could go out first thing in the morning. i called down to the mailroom before five last night and asked them to make sure they got picked up on the first round this morning before nine, so they could go out today and stand half - half - a chance of getting out to people by tomorrow.

but they're still here.

merry christmas, sherlock. i came in this morning at 9:10, ok, 9:20, and they were still all sitting right here. i called down again to ask what happened, and of course the person who answered had no idea what i was talking about. he just said they'd already done the morning rounds. i asked if i could just bring them down myself, and he said that would violate policy. so, they won't get picked up until the afternoon rounds, and won't go out til tomorrow. so people will probably get our stupid mass-produced non-denominational holiday cards after every single winter holiday has passed.

bummer. i think kwanzaa goes until new year's though, right?

comforting. i am sure christopher came by, saw the cards were on my desk, and left them. i'm surprised he didn't knock them on the floor.

so i take it you two aren't exchanging presents, then?

i should get him some kool-aid. wish his mom drank it when she had the chance.