The Grinch who stole Hanukkah

It’s night four and so far Hanukkah Harry has not appeared – I guess I still have to replenish my karma since my badness spilled over into this year.

Not even socks – the ultimate Hanukkah gift – practical and affordable.

Maybe Hanukkah Harry just doesn’t know where to find me since I’m scattered all over the place with no real home. Lesson learned – next time you move into a “temporary” situation – take the art out and put it on the wall, paint the wall for that matter, unpack everything even if you have to pack it again – this gypsy life is a shadow of my former self.

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