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“Any one thinking of the Holy Child as born in December would mean by it exactly what we mean by it; that Christ is not merely a summer sun of the prosperous but a winter fire for the unfortunate.” - G. K. Chesterton, The Streets of the City, The New Jerusalem

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In Which December flies in the sky with Santa Claus and the Reindeers!

Hello, my friend, reader of this present post, maybe past ones as well, perhaps future ones too. How are you, this new week? Another one for the height of the most beautiful season! How is the christmas going? For me, it is quite tranquil, I don't want to lament much. I do have some bad moments, for example, as I mentioned on the other post, when Sims 3 broke on me, and took me a week to figure out what was causing such issues. I have great news, concerning that! I figured it out: it was OneDrive! I understand better why so many have Windows 11 fatigue, though I resist to share of the sentiment. It did bother me that I was facing the OneDrive overreach issues, but once they were solved, I could resume my Sims 3 shenanigans. Of course, as I mentioned before, I was even committed to take a break from the game. Though such commitment is not necessary, nor justifiable anymore, neither is respectful towards all my hard work on figuring out the issues, an era ended with Sims 3, but anoth...
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The Adventures of Mr. D'Onofrio and his suitcase with 700 socks! Prologue

Prologue:

Zachary D’onofrio, or to be more formal, Mr. D’onofrio, was quite a figure, always caught the attention of people with his fancy outfit. Coming from faraway lands, walking diligently through the road, he wore a bluish tophat with pride, as it was one of his very prized possessions; the other ones were in his yellow suitcase that he always had with him: those were his precious socks, his dear friends, his collector items. He’d travel unspeakable distances just to add more socks to his impressive collection, the rarer, the better, he accepted only the most exotic ones. He was always distant from home, he didn’t care how long he’d have to travel, everything for his passion: collecting socks, paying tribute to that part of our clothes that we so shamefully neglect, and by doing so paying a tribute to his idol.

He was frequently by himself, it were lonely journeys, the ones of Mr. D’onofrio, but the truth was he actually preferred that, always lost in his sock world. He was never tired, or at least never complained about it, he was a resilient fellow, Mr. D’onofrio, in spite of the fact of being as thin as a stick. He needed to be resilient and to resist, so he could pay a tribute to his idol, and collect socks.

This is our friend in common: Zach D’onofrio. Fascinating human being, calm, determined, patient and thoughtful. Going to catch his new socks in a distant world, this is his story, his adventure. And so it begins, and so it goes.


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