Good morning, Sadamites. It's me, your host, Zach Noey Towers. And it's Christmas morning. If you're listening to this on the day the pod comes out, Merry Christmas. If you celebrate, still Merry Christmas. If you don't celebrate, I was raised in a Catholic household, unfortunately. So we did in fact celebrate Christmas. It was fun. I feel like,

I mean, this year's so crazy with the pandemic. I had to cancel my trip home. So I'm spending

Christmas in Los Angeles, California. Luckily, my little sister also lives here. So I'll be

seeing her at some point. But I hope everyone's staying

safe and healthy. And if you get to see your family, give them a squeeze for me. Call your dad

a tower bottom. That would really make my Christmas special. I was just for a little bit about

sodomy. Just thinking about Christmas in general

traditions and stuff. My family had this weird one. At least I have never Googled this.

So it feels like my mom came up with it, but I'm willing to bet maybe she didn't. We had this thing called the pickle present. And basically how it went

was, okay, well, this is my Christmas breakdown. Christmas Eve, we got to open one gift. Christmas

day, before our parents woke up, we were allowed to open our stockings or empty our stockings. And that

usually had like a VHS in it of like

Mighty Ducks 2 or something. So we like wake up at 4 a.m. get our stockings, eat a bunch of candy,

watch Mighty Ducks 2 like twice. And then my parents would wake up and we'd open our gifts.

But then after we're done opening our gifts, there was one more gift. And it was the pickle prize or the

pickle present. And basically what would happen is my mom would shoe us out of the room and hide

this pickle ornament on the tree. Just like it looks like a big kosher dill deli pickle that you

would see in one of those big jars at a deli and uh she'd hide it

somewhere on the tree and then bring us back to the room and like because it was green and the

tree's green the pickle was very hard to find uh but every year every year i won my siblings will tell you I didn't fight fair. They are sore losers.

They'd say I pushed people, that I knocked people away from the tree, that I ran in before them.

I don't care. I won fair and square that fucking pickle prize every time. But now I'm realizing that it was probably because the pickle

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