My favorite uncle, moms brother, died, and at Christmas time. Gee talk about something that can come along and ruin Christmas. This is supposed to be a celebration of birth and life, not the death of an old man. Uncle lindy was always there and always helpful, not only to me, but to his own 2 sons. And now he's gone. At Christmas. Guess there's nothing left to say but seasons greetings and happy holidays. We've come a long way since 1989 the Merriest Christmas ever.
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