How about we don't talk about any tales of perversion today?

No pedophilia, no sexual molestation, or allegations, or wrongdoings, or rapes?

Since today is Christmas, let's make it about something good.

Let's make it about something that lasts, something that never goes away.

Power and a level of consciousness that just might be the most... no, scratch that.

Something that is absolutely the strongest bond any human can experience.

And that's the love between a mother and a child.

But this isn't about Mary and Jesus.

This is about me and my mother, a woman who died 26 years ago today.

When I was a kid, my mother always told me, people who die on holidays want to be remembered

forever.

But she ever write, on AJ Benzer, and this is Fame is a bitch.

Fame.

He'd like to be walked on a leash and play really dirty, kinky sex camps.

Is that...

The guy put the cock in the peacock network, okay?

Bitch.

I'm talking about my mother for a lot of reasons.

The least of which is the way I remember her best, which was all the work she did making

our giant Christmas Eve dinner.

Now, a lot of you probably know Italians really overdo it on Christmas Eve.

We eat like animals on Christmas Eve.

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