End of the Year: Christmas Eve

End of the year for me is always Christmas Eve. Christ is born on Christmas, after all. And everything closes. I normally don't work at the monastery on Saturday but will do so tomorrow. It closes at 6 PM. Yesterday was great. Starved out until shaking and close to vomiting. Yes, the spiritual sacrifices to the Age of Heroism and Fatherland must be done. We shall rise again!! We need prayer, fasting, kamikazes, martyrs!! I wish I had my colonial sword for tomorrow 

Sing a song to 1914!!! 

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