Curse you Wikileaks!
How could you exploit information obtained via a clever robotic device that infiltrated my home disguised as an innocent couch pillow that moved from room to room without being detected amongst the chaos and detritus of an abundance of family home for Thanksgiving.
How could you leak embarrassing and incriminating information such as...
My addiction to eggnog straight from the bottle
The priceless artistic rendition of a manger scene by two talented grandkids who are
obviously breaking new ground artistically but at 6 and 3, not ready yet for the adulation of the world
The embarrassing discovery of a cereal bowl in the bathroom
The cobwebs allowed to flourish in corners
that accent a bad paint job over badly installed drywall.
A stolen secret stash of chocolate chips,
guarded by a musket and a youngster not afraid to use it.
Wikileaks, my Christmas wish for you is that you eat 2 lbs. of fruitcake prepared
by the unwashed hands of an unsympathetic friend
with a communicable digestive disorder .
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