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I have been seeing these ho-ho-homo suits show up all over the Yuletide gay this holiday season as I wander as a waiter in a winter wonder whirl ...or twirl. If they didn't scream "I came in a box from Macy's", I would totally wear something like this but ironic attire is only cool if it's quirky and not so readily available to every hot Toddy, Tom, and Bob deigning to twinkle like tinsel on the Tannenbaum. A stuffed stocking is quite satisfactory if worn correctly but these polyester knits may show mistletoe like camels wandering the desert for 40 days and 40 nights until men wise up or the advent of Lent or am I mixing metaphors like Kris Kringle King of the Jews or whatsismame left a lump of coal for Chris Miss? It's been debated among warring factions for years that coal in your clog was a blessing for the poor and frigid or was it simply a misinterpreted bad joke lost on the heathens that heaven-sent like the duplicitous virgin-whore Merry/Mary and Mame was blamed for not knowing the procedure for a cash sale while slumming as a seasonal shop-girl at Rowland Hussey Macy and Company. Or was it Veronica Hannakuh huh? Seven days of Advent or 12 days of lords a leapin milking maids drunk on nog dancing their sugar plums off like fairies on these fag suits? Take away the sins of the world and have mercy on... Joseph and the amazing Technicolor dream beau hunk in the coat of many happy returns. As seen here.
