
But those beer presents don't matter. For maybe just that one day, beer means very little. It's more the fun of watching young family members open their presents with an excitement that rarely makes it to adulthood, and knowing that their terrible teen years are coming all too soon. Or spending time talking to older family, just like I have on so many other holidays, taking for granted that they will always be there to share a hug or a handshake on Christmas. I am lucky to say I got to experience all of that this past Friday. I hope you too were surrounded by loving friends and family on Christmas. And if you are Jewish, I hope you enjoyed your Chinese food.
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Ok, this is such a pathetic plea for beer that I am going to give you some beer.(I like what you do here)I will be at Marble this afternoon, 3ish to sample a few with Ted. Either come by or I will leave a Santas Little Helper with Ted for you to pick up at your leisure.
Cheers,
Bill
Bill- wow, what a nice gesture. All that was meant to be tounge-in-cheek, but I'm certainly not going to turn down a beer! Especially a Santa's Little Helper!
I've always told people that you are my best friend. Even though we've never met, it remains true.
Cool, Enjoy & keep up the good local vibe!
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