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Bet you were going to say “chonis” right? Makes sense to me. (Except for the potty, everything I sit on feels like underwear.)

Nope, the best present is socks, and Sybil hit the argyle jackpot with ten little chatterboxes. Assuming everyone here got socks as well, pull up a seat around the rec room fireplace, kick off your shoes and warm your dogs for a traditional yuletide carol –  better known in these parts as The Overnight Open Thread.