The sledge is packed, the reindeers feed and watered. Leesa and I shall this day brave the unspeakable cold to attend a theatrical performance of The Book of Mormon at Proctors. Watching the priggish and self-righteous get gloriously pilloried is the very thing to forget our dreary, benighted lives here north of the Arctic Circle. Review and tidbits to follow anon. We shall give your regards to Broadway and remember you to Herald Square.
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