Someday I hope to attain the skill of knowing what to say.  Let me add, knowing what to say in the moment not six hours later when I’m waiting for sleep to come.  Because not only does the perfect response hours after the fact produce a sleepless night, but it would just be nice being able to carry on a conversation.  Or not overly fret because I realize (at the same late hour) that my filter never kicked in.  And I disclosed too much that didn’t need to be shared.  Santa, that’s what I want for Christmas, to be a right words at the right time kinda person.  Think your elves can manage that one?  If I were in a Christmas movie they would.

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