All I want for Christmas is…
It’s a long and deep meditation to think about wanting nothing, especially nothing that was produced by wage slaves in a distant country and packed into the hold of a cargo ship thousands of miles away.
No gifts, please.
Phew, okay. For a moment there I thought you were going to ask for world peace or something like that.
Oh, Reggie, you old pill. Believe me, I thought about asking for it, but then I said to myself “It won’t pass the sniff test with you know who.” Cheers!