Demons are real

In an act of Holiday heroism on Saturday I dug our sad little Charlie Brown plastic tree out of the closet and planted it in the living room (right next to our Super Bowl XIV championship pennant) in defiance of the creeping humbuggery. But then, on the next night, an evil presence appeared beneath the tree determined to scratch out (literally) the tenuous ornament of joy I had worked so hard to establish there.



And so with only five shopping days left, I find myself in need of an exorcist. But, as usual, the Governor is busy fund raising. Meanwhile, can anybody exorcise him?