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Today's Rambling:
If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about read the last part of the post I made on December 23rd.
Instead of doing the drop and run, as planned, I ended up taking my son with me and knocking on the door. I wanted my son to experience a sense of helping others during a time of need, gracefully. The door opened, the children saw the large box of presents I was carrying and they screamed so loud with happiness that Belinda, who was waiting in my truck with the doors shut and windows closed, could hear them clearly.
Before I go on I must tell you that a few of my fellow "pornographers" chipped in when they read my blog entry. They asked for my PayPal address and immediately sent money. Their support was greatly appreciated, and even my very-religious-ex-wife was touched by their generosity.
I didn't give their mother the opportunity to be embarrassed or feel bad. I simply stated to all the children: "Santa gave me a call. He wanted to deliver these himself but since you don't have a chimney for him to slide down he asked me to bring them to you instead."
Each of the 4 children received 3 packages to open, and their mother was given a Visa Gift Card as well.