It's cliche as hell, but our neighborhood knows what to do with a bear at Christmas...
Omegadotter was eagerly involved with decorating the tree,
While Omegamom decorated the tree.
Still, the wife found the holiday to be 'glovely',
I was, as usual, perturbed by packaging,
And the kid got fluffy things.
Which is, after all, what Christmas is all about... fluffy things.
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