#Never has this verse title been more apropos.

[positivelybeastly]

"How screwed up are you really, Hank?" Tess' question is blunt as a brick to the face, though she asks it in that wry way of hers, the corners of her mouth twitching up in a little half-smile. She watches him with her head slightly tilted. "On the scale of mutant dysfunctionality."

The lowest level on the Mutant Dysfunctionality Scale is "Somewhat Fucked Up".

"Hmm, well, let's see."

Hank thinks about it for a moment, standing with his legs apart and his paws shoved in his suit jacket pockets, casting his gaze to the heavens as if asking the cosmos just how truthful he should be.

"I've died twice, though I was robbed of the pomp and circumstance of an actual funeral both times, coming right back to life with a new face and an entirely new neurochemistry.

I've been stabbed, beaten, strangled, drugged, poisoned, hypnotised, brainwashed, shot in the heart, electrocuted, felt my fur and claws fall out, had my mutant energy drained away from me until I was an amorphous blob of flesh.

Every member of my graduating high school class, my priest, my principal, and my first girlfriend, were all murdered by an alternate universe version of me that would have killed my parents as well, were it not for a bizarre moment of conscience.

I've been left to die of malnutrition by said alternate self, bricked up in the basement of the building where I first shed my semblances of humanity in a fit of ego.

Almost every single one of my friends has died at least once, some multiple times, all of them while I had to watch on, knowing that I couldn't do a thing to save them. One of them was posed on my dying body like a particularly shitty Claude Monet painting, that was ever so nice.

I've had my higher brain functions ripped out of me, hunted students, eaten human flesh, had to throw it up in a S.W.O.R.D bathroom after brushing my teeth so hard my gums bled.

I've plumbed the depths of mutant creation, torn down the walls of reality, sold my soul in search of answers to the Decimation, only to be told, sorry old boy, the game was rigged from the start and you did all of that for nothing. Worse still, it was all written down, so of course someone found out about it and used that information to create bio-Sentinels out of the corpses of students I used to teach.

I've been told by multiple members of my team that I'm a traitor to the mutant race, that I don't consider the consequences of my actions, that I'm unstable, unreliable, untrustworthy. I have a lightning bolt scar on my lower back where Storm electrocuted me, right before she threw me in a cage for a week, where everyone could see me, and point, and laugh at me. Like a circus animal.

I'm deathly afraid of ever having children, because my genetic code is spaghetti and, as the foremost mutant geneticist on the planet, I don't think any child of mine will successfully make it term. If they do, they'll likely die young, or curse me for inflicting my mutation upon them.

I've been told by an extra-dimensional Watcher of time and space that I disgust him. That I, alone, am responsible for the destruction of no end of positive futures for the people I love.

I've had to watch the man I love die, multiple times. I fear telling him my true feelings, because if he rejects me, then, well, that really will be it. At least this way, I can live in quiet, sobbing despair and pining."

Hank smiles back. Tightly.

"So, to answer your question, Tess, I'm doing just dandy. Why not let's go ten pin bowling I'm doing so well."

He breathes deeply for a moment.

"Oh, and I stubbed my toe this morning. That stung a fair bit."

[jacksgreysays]

"seven of spades" - Friendship Is A (Mutual) Con!verse, Team 7 vs. crime mob Akatsuki(?) maybe?

Seven of Spades

“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” “Oh,” says the dead man with smile, “we’re going to need a lot more than just two.”

—

There is a dead man walking this earth who has a grudge against Kakashi and his team. This dead man has connections all around the world, enough money and weapons and blackmail to take over a country, and just enough rage to save it for a specific goal instead.

What happens is not a game of chess—nothing so neat and orderly, no clean black and white lines, no rules of conduct—instead, it is a game of chance, of bluffing and gumption and desperation. A rigged game of probability, where the deck is marked, the dealer has fast hands, and the house always wins.

The dead man knows every con Kakashi knows and is far more willing to use the more ruthless plans. He’ll fold and give up a bomber here, a forger there, because he has the chips to spare. He’s patient. He’s been patient ever since his death. All he needs is for Kakashi to slip up once.

There is a dead man waiting for Kakashi to join him.

—

“My brother has been acting strange lately,” Sasuke says, apropos of nothing, in the middle of their stake out. The shock of it has Naruto tearing his eyes away from the, admittedly, extremely boring target to look first at Sasuke, then at Shikako, clearly alarmed.

It is doubly alarming because Sasuke never talks about his family.

Shikako tries to convey with just her eyebrows and a tilt of the head that perhaps Sasuke is undergoing a stroke or has become delirious with a sudden onset fever and that Sakura, as resident medic, should check.

The fact that Sakura can understand her complex suggestion via facial expression says just how accustomed she’s become to this weird team. It’s that same familiarity which immediately makes her shake her head in a hard negative: a more naive and infatuated Sakura would have jumped at this opportunity, but the last time she tried to do an impromptu check up on Sasuke, he almost dislocated her shoulder. He did apologize for that… eventually.

“How can you tell?” Sai asks, not even bother to interpret all of the nonverbal communication going on.

“What do you mean?” Sasuke asks in return, because the rest of the stake out team is too busy making faces at each other to intervene.

“Well, you’re strange so how would you know what normal behavior looks like?” Asks Sai, resident expert on normal behavior.

The stake out van explodes.

—

Interpol wants Tenzo back.

Kakashi knows it. Yamato knows that Kakashi knows it. Kakashi knows that Yamato knows that Kakashi knows it.

They are in a car on the opposite side of the city from the kids.

They have not said anything for five hours straight.

—

There is a dead man walking this earth who wants Kakashi alone and miserable and feeling exactly like he feels.

There is a dead man waiting for Kakashi to join him in the dirt.

~

A/N: I don’t know how well this comes across, but it is Obito. I realized the shape/ghost of him was more prevalent in Friendship Is A (Mutual) Con than I had remembered. He’s mentioned a lot or, at least, hinted at a lot—which I suppose shouldn’t surprise me since, weirdly enough, this series’ “main character” is Kakashi—such that he feels like the ultimate big bad. And then if you take out the Kaguya moon thing and the fact that Madara is undying and manipulated Obito—then, yeah, Obito as the “real mastermind” behind Akatsuki does make sense.

Also, the title Seven of Spades is SO—all I could think of was that dig two graves quote. Because spades! Are shovels! And if there are seven of the team then there are seven graves! Obito’s trying to kill the whole team (le gasp!)

If I were to continue, the miraculous twist would be that Itachi had been treating Obito’s [[insert medical condition here]] and so the team thought he was evil, but then actually it was a double bluff in that the Uchiha family (because they are still mostly alive) are either extremely involved in law enforcement—or maybe just Shisui is, who had also faked his own death in order to catch their evil cousin—or were like… we can’t let you keep doing this, not if you’re going to go after your own baby cousin (not when it has gone from profit into murder. I’m not sure as to the ethics of the Uchiha family in this universe tbh)

Anyway, hope you enjoyed

[illimitablespaces]

1,8,9,10,25,63,70,135 c:

1. a book that is close to your heart

There have been many books that have found room for residence within my heart but two came to mind, both from my younger years. The first is Stellaluna, by Jannell Cannon. I still remember the day--in kindergarten, as I recall--when I picked up the book at one of those "book days" which seemed to come around every month or so in grade school. I was ecstatic. It remains a much-loved book from those ever-important foundational reading years. The second, A Dragon in a Wagon, by Lynley Dodd, was read to me by my grandmother many times when I visited her home. Somewhere, there is a photograph of her and myself reading it together. So, these two books are close to my heart for quite sentimental reasons.

8. a book you finished in one sitting

I remember when my copy of Ted Hughes' Crow first arrived by mail and I sat in a high-back chair in the sitting room of my parents, devouring every word. It is a small book of verse but I was transfixed by the mouthfeel of the words and the way Hughes got my heart to jump and race that afterward I felt quite spent. It was a most enjoyable and delectable read. Now I wish to do it all over again!

By the way, there is a recording I made of my recitation of one of the poems from that book...

9. your favourite book of 2020

Now, does this mean a book published in the year 2020, or a book which simply happened to my favorite of that year? In any case, I must cite a series of books here, as there is too much goodness to narrow it down to one book alone. There is a series (which actually comprise one work, Iḥyā′ 'Ulūm al-Dīn, or, The Revival of the Religious Sciences) by Al-Ghazali which has caused me to examine my life more critically than any other writing I have encountered. The translations from this series (which I provided in the link) seem to me most timely and apropos. My suggestion is to follow the link and seek out one of the books, whichever inspires your curiosity, and read it for yourself.

10. a book that got you through something

As much as it can be said to be a book, I am compelled to put here the Qur'an, especially the interpretation by Muhammad Asad. In brief, I did not exactly have a religious upbringing: I was baptized a Catholic before I could speak but never have been confirmed. I considered myself agnostic, then atheist, then I came back to the Gospel on my own in my teens. I rarely went to church in my youth but I had a post as organist in a Catholic church for some eight years after I graduated high school. Those days playing organ and singing in choir were often affirming and beautiful and sometimes sublime (especially the midnight masses on Christmas and Easter with the chant and Latin and wow!). And now, in my thirtieth year, I have been a decided follower of Islam for about two years. I have been reading the Qur'an for some six years and I have been learning of the religion along the way. I say with certainty that some (i.e. all) days the only thing that gets me through to seeing another morning is the remembrance of God and the contemplation of His attributes.

25. a book by your favourite author

It is always difficult for me to choose favorites as I seem to have such an array of diverse authors and works from which to choose. For the sake of providing an answer, I will select Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton. As a child I remember first reading that book when I was about ten years old and I read it again multiple times in my teen years. I read quite a few books by Crichton when I was younger but I think now that I'm older they won't have quite the same effect. Still, I have fond memories of hours spent reading his novels and becoming very much engrossed in those worlds of words.

63. a book that actually made you laugh out loud

Now that I have set myself to answering these, I return again and again to those books from my youth which I recall with much pleasure and amusement.

I remember reading many of Roald Dahl's books and finding them utterly hilarious. A few years ago I read aloud from Esio Trot with my partner and the funniness was almost too much for us--I like to perform an interpretive reading when I read aloud, complete with all sorts of inflections and character voices. Which reminds me, I should have another go at something like that.

70. your favourite poetry collection

Oh dear, this is a tough one... I have a copy of the complete poems of Federico García Lorca with many bookmarks (little scraps of paper; impromptu), dog-ears, and bits of underlining that has been the source of much joy and inspiration. In part, I think the sheer voluminous number of poems from García Lorca's pen is staggeringly rich that it dazzles me to imagine it coming from one man's life--my impression is that many ages and lives are bound in his work and I admire it greatly.

On the other--another?--hand, the complete poems of T. S Eliot are also a source of joy and inspiration to me as well. Since reading his work seriously with my partner, I look upon Eliot as a kindred spirit of sorts... there is a certain course of energy which I sense in his poetry, something humbling yet quietly exalting. Each time I read a poem of Eliot's, I am reminded of something Stravinsky said about Eliot being quite a wise man, and I agree.

135. recommend any book you like!

I will give two titles, since that is a theme I have kept up here.

The first is Isaac Newton's Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica. I have not read it in full but what I have read (in translation) is beautiful. I am delighted in discovering that the things taught to me in school and at my time in university have proven to be quite useless, often. The short of it is that Newton and his work were always presented to me in an elementary and somewhat condescending manner. Getting to know a work for one's self is truly gratifying and it has made me more eager than ever to acquire, read, and learn whatever it is about which I may be curious.

The other which I will recommend to you is the Book of Optics, by Ibn al-Haytham. I don't think I have ever been more fascinated and amazed by a scientific text than when I read from this one (again, in translation). My only comment is to follow the link and read at your own discretion and pleasure.

Thank you, @ant-soul, for sending these my way. It was truly enjoyable for me to ponder and provide answers to you and all other Dear Readers.

[miss-ingno]

Oooh, any of these would be great? 5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why? 19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to? 29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

5) Favourite multi-chapter - how do I even choose x’D

I still love Minotaur’s Maze (even as I can see its weaknesses in structure and storytelling clearly xD). It’s just, I’ve been in love with this concept forever and I finally wrote it and I’m excited for people to get to the plot twists? Which I hope I did a decent job of setting up? :D?

Blood Alone Remains isn’t really a multi-chapter, but it would’ve been if it weren’t an event story. (Well, probably. I can’t really see any good moments to break the story up into sections, but well). It’s long, it should count xD I’d love to rewrite it actually as an original piece and take a closer look at some of those subplots and character motivations :D!

I don’t feel all that happy about Take No Prisoners, And Socrates Asked or These Little Lies anymore, surprisingly? Like, I could do a way better job of them if I were writing them now, but I guess that’s normal and just shows my progress? I still love them for what they were but I want them to be better xD”

Your Prince Is In Another Castle occupies a weird place for me, because it is @kaysno‘s and mine brainchild and I love it and there’s awesome plot we will (hopefully) get to one day, but on the other hand, the beginning is so old it could use a rewrite? lol idek. I wanna finish it just to maybe work on a sequel?

19) Apropos sequels: yes there are, and it’s a lot of them and I never have enough time between stories I’m writing and want to write xD

Prince is definitely one (we’re gonna need a funky King title probably lol). I’m already lowkey plotting one for Minotaur’s, too. Eternity, Eventually is still missing part 3 of the series, which will be the final part. I want to play around a bit more in the ‘verses of Heroes Are A Myth and Feral Heart, too, though not serious sequel levels at this point, more like explorations of character and world?

I’m going to skip my other unfinished series because yes, they’re all getting more installments (eventually).

I’ve been playing with the idea of adding one or two more parts onto Ghost Story, actually, to explore how Jeremy, Ray and Ryan work together and maybe get them into a romantic relationship? Shenanigans of trying to recover Jeremy’s body? Angst as Jeremy and Ryan have to deal with Ray being a mortal while they are… not? :D?

Club Omega is another big one where I have several smut and relationship developement ideas I’d love to play with. And I have half a plot for Nothing Left To Do But Stick With You where Jack and Geoff move on with their Quest (and maybe get together? :D?) but are also oblivious idiots. And I kinda wanna go back to the Shifty Business AU and explore some other characters and how they fit into the universe and their backstories?

And possibly a (shippy?) spin-off/sequel for I Try To Picture Me Without You where Jack and Gavin go to a party for a con? Or maybe the doolray spin-off instead? :D?

29) Stories that don’t get much attention

Ohhh boy, yeah. I think every writer has like their secret fave story they were super excited to share and then the reception ended up being rather lukewarm in comparison. In general, I feel like my jackeoff and mavin fics tend to underperform? Idk if that’s an experience across the fandom or what but that’s my general take away.

Like, I expected it for stories like Heroes Are A Myth which has several points against it: it’s a rarepair, it’s femslash and it’s not one of the major popular AUs in this fandom. At 1 comment and 11 kudos it’s my lowest ranked fic in the ragehappy fandom. (I’m honestly shocked it got as many as 4 bookmarks.)

Similarly, In Somnis Sirena only has 1 comment and 20 kudos, but that’s not shocking me either because it’s smut, it’s het, and I think turnwood should absolutely also be considered a rarepair, no matter how many jokes have been made about it. Actually, the jokes and consequent back and forth about appropriate behaviour etc. might factor in negatively as well. And again, not one of the major au.

I’m kinda sad that Blood Alone Remains is my third lowest ranking fic, considering how much heart and effort I put into the story. Again, I get it - it’s gen for the most part, and when it’s not the ship is het (Lindsay/Michael, which again not the most popular). It’s a long story for a one-shot at 20k, and I don’t think from what I heard during and after that a lot of people were even aware of the event happening that I wrote it for. So yeah, 4 comments is actually pretty good I guess for what it is, but just 24 kudos does make me a little sad.

I do understand why Minotaur’s Maze isn’t doing so hot, and I honestly didn’t expect it to (7 comments, 35 kudos so far). For one it’s still a WIP (publicly, anyway), so I’m kinda holding out hope that once it’s finished some more people will come and read it. On the other hand it’s raywood, and while that once was a popular ship, it’s had time to fade (or be bullied out of fandom, lbr). Complicating that, the raywood tag on Ao3 seems decently active (relatively, anyway), so I have to assume that the core network of fans probably know each other and I’m a new entity in the tag, which generally doesn’t garner much trust and favour immediately.

The other half of the ships being mavin doesn’t seem to help too much, since, again mavin is a ship that gets an author very little feedback comparatively.

Case in point: The Catch (6 comments, 91 kudos) and The Closet (4 comments, 60 kudos). They’ve slowly been amassing some kudos over time, so maybe 90 kudos seems ludicruous to harp on about, but it’s been a very slow process indeed. Tbf they are part of a series, and unless a series becomes super popular, installments within a series tend to perform less well than one-shots in my experience. Though again, it kinda depends on the ship.

I want to bring up two more stories and then I’ll stop rambling xD

I generally bring up Proper Procedure for this question (7 comments, 67 kudos/ a lot more since last time, so I suppose bringing it up constantly helps) - and I think the lack of attention to this story is partially my own fault. I’ve tagged it extensively, amongst others cheating and domestic violence. Which are not things actually happening within the story, but things presumed by the PoV character to be happening. I think it’s fair to warn anyone who might be triggered or squicked by these things, but I certainly didn’t do myself any favours by tagging them.

And the last one is Double Cross (4 comments, 37 kudos). Which again - it’s gen, it’s platonic Ryan & Meg which surprisingly only does slightly better in kudos and about the same in comments, depending on how lucky you get. It’s kind of a shame because I love their friendship? But writing turnfreewood gets a bit more encouragement so why not write about their friendship in that scenario then, right?

[50 Questions for Fanfic Writers]

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The Simpsons Season 32 Episode 16 Review: Manger Things

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This The Simpsons review contains spoilers.

The Simpsons Season 32 Episode 16

The Simpsons Season 32, episode 16, ” Manger Things,” is the 700th installment of the series. That’s more episodes than Rocky and Bullwinkle and Gunsmoke put together. To celebrate, they are gifting us with a second holiday episode. This one is a Christmas story of failing and redemption, like every other yuletide tale. It stars the Simpsons’ neighborinos, Ned and Maude Flanders.

As Bart says, Christmas is no time to think about your neighbors, but “Manger Things” repays the indulgence. It is set in the not too distant past, six years ago. But you’d never know that from Marge’s contemporary cultural and political references. She wryly explains the year which the incidents took place was the year when the Oscar went to an overrated movie nobody remembers, a politician said something stupid no one will ever forget, and Tom Brady won the Super Bowl. This is a very deft collection of memories which can be considered evergreen. We do know it is set before Abe was shipped off to the retirement home.

The premise of the episode is hung on Homer’s promise not to get drunk at that year’s office party. A tough promise to keep, it turns out, but somewhat tougher on Montgomery Burns, who is consistently reliable for an underhanded laugh. Mere moments after filling up on the ego-boosting carol “Hark the herald angels sing, good old Monty is our king,” Mr. Burns has to endure Homer’s drunken ribaldry at his expense. At least Burns is in the holiday spirit. He only calls out the Christmas hounds: Slasher, Gasher, Mangy and Nixon, Stalker, Vicious, Rabid and Rips-em.

The episode is loaded with subtle and subversive commentary. Soda is safer than water in Springfield. The immigrant Irish family living in the room above Homer’s garage have never known such luxury, even when you factor in how they have to clean Moe’s bar for seven years before they get their passports back. During Christmas prayers, Lisa puts more of an emphasis on “Santa bless God” than God blessing Santa.

Homer goes one further, when Reverend Lovejoy tells him to quote one Bible verse, he comes back with “There once was a man from Judea, who said of my wife, if I pay ya-.” Homer is banished to Ned’s Son of Mancave, where both holy water and regular water run on tap. Keep an eye out for the wonderful posters Ned keeps on his wall and how they religiously undermine the expectations of a man cave.

The flashback affords us a guest appearance from the long-dead character Maude Flanders. She is not as charity-minded as her husband, and can see through his selfish selfless acts, just like Ned can see the face of Jebus on every person he meets. This makes for a very Simpsonesque aside, of which there are many during the installment. The Simpsons employ many comedy stylings peculiar to the show. It helps us go with the flow. Unlike Maude, who has little patience for Homer’s particular peculiarities.

The first straw on the camel’s back gets placed there when Homer eats the Flanderses’ Christmas ham, not even cooked, and still in the plastic. This implies Homer also ate the plastic and didn’t notice over his feeding frenzy. We know, from this scene, how much he really needs Marge. She can glaze a ham until its radioactive glow can’t even be contained at the Springfield Nuclear Plant. The emotional point is subtly reinforced by the cut to Marge, who is making one of her groaning, worried sounds. The segue implies she knows, even as much as she is blinded by disappointment, that Homer is suffering. And is probably contributing to the suffering of others.

You would think, with a title like “Manger Things,” the episode would be a takeoff on Stranger Things, but it remains within the realms of probabilities, not possibilities. The scariest of the supernatural horrors in Ned’s son of man-cave is a picture of Ned himself, in a sweater, with the words “Won’t You Be My Neighbor” written on it. Oh, and some infernal fresco of some of the layers of Hell. It turns out Homer is immune to temptation, but it’s not because of clean living. The demons in Ned’s basement threaten Homer with eternity in a lake of fire, which he takes as a vacation offer. The demon should have tried the more tortuous time-share approach.

The segment where Homer makes himself at home in the room over the garage is very sweet. He cuts a hole in the roof rather than trim his tree, but other than that, as Lenny points out, he’s living his dream life: unable to stand up. Lenny’s to blame for the whole mess, of course, and was even hitting on Marge at the Christmas party. Yet Homer still calls him to keep him in the loop.

Homer is a persistently consistent optimist. His entire character is rooted in the belief that everything will work out after it has bottomed out. And he’s always able to maintain surprise when a bottom does drop out. He mistakes piety for pie, and thinks he can fix everything with cookies. One of the stranger things about “Manger Things,” is that Homer’s brain makes an appearance. Usually, all the blood goes to his stomach.

To delay the tide-turning climax, Homer gets stuck by a commercial when he’s looking up how to deliver a baby, but it’s worth it for the audience. Sideshow Mel is teaching a class on how to be a sidekick. Before Homer skips the ad, we get to hear him tell an appreciative audience: “There will come a time, mark my words, when a monkey will attempt to eat your face.” Even I took notes. The series is always very self-aware. When Homer notes that the newborn is perfect, having eight fingers and eight toes, he’s making note of an animation necessity over a biological imperative. It costs more to animate five fingers than four.

The episode includes an “Itchy and Scratchy” cartoon which is so frightening, the cameras cut away before the final reveal. But Bart and Lisa, still young and reasonably impressionable, are visibly and audibly horrified. It’s been too long since the audience has witnessed the horrors of the animated-within-an-animation comic duo, so this works very well. Bart and Lisa look absolutely traumatized, which continues when they mistake a snowman for their returning father. The whole segment brilliantly condenses their fall from a loving sibling relationship to the cynicism of a broken family.

There are plenty of quick visual gags which flash by in very few instants. Some are silly, but still quite telling. The double feature playing at the Springfield movie theater is Frozen and The Ice Storm. There is a warning that chatty elves are not affiliated with the Springfield Mall. Gil, who is toiling as a mall Santa, becomes the first person in history to be dishonorably discharged by the Salvation Army. The books which are seen lost in the heating vents are “How to Get Your Baby Off Her Pacifier,” which seems a little too gender-specific for a baby book, and “How to Clean Your Vents.”

The opening piece, which replaces the couch gags, is “Homer’s Family” by Bill Plympton, which is a watercolor dismantling of Homer’s psyche to Maurice Ravel’s “Bolero.” The impressionist piece shows how tightly he keeps his family bond, however lightly they are arranged. The episode ends with a display of holiday cards from some of Springfield’s most esteemed residents. A particularly apropos tiding is “Enjoy today, we’ll talk about your test results tomorrow,” which comes from Dr. Hibbert.

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“Manger Things” works exceedingly well as a stocking stuffer, even if it does arrive on the first day of spring. Why not? The classic Laurel and Hardy feature Babes in Toyland celebrated Christmas in July. Not very long ago, we were served a “Thanksgiving of Horror” episode, which was no turkey. Fox recently renewed The Simpsons for two more seasons, so it is doubly fitting to wrap its 700th episode in tinsel. Season 32 has seen a consistent rise in both quality and laughs per minute. If the residents of 742 Evergreen Terrace want to keep their decorations up until summer break, who’s to complain? Hallmark delivered us twelve days of Christmas, the Simpson family can parcel them out as they wish, if we get episodes this good.

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