Today, of course, is Christmas Eve, and every year on this date I watch the pope's Midnight Mass from St. Peter's Basilica in Rome, go to bed afterwards, and during the night am visited by three spirits, each one trying to change my curmudgeonly ways. And they have never succeeded. You would think they would have given up by now, damn it. But no. Still another cross to bear each year. And by the way, the photograph above is of the ghost of Marley showing me around hell on a visit there last Christmas Eve. What I want to know is who took that photograph? I'm afraid to think.
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