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Holiday Donuts


Dear Members and Constituents,
Merry Christmas! With not one, but two radio stations in Denver now dedicating the entirety of their programming to Holiday hits, it’s no wonder nobody makes Thanksgiving tunes. I get that our conspicuous consumerist society needs theme music to power us through the rigors of exhaustive shopping in this its flagship season. I get that it’s cold and folks want a the comfort of timeless feel-good songs to get through the shorter days. Still, is it just me or have we gone overboard? I mean, if you want to extend the season, why not go into January when the days are shorter and the weather colder (not to mention you give the wise men time to arrive at the manger on Epiphany). Could it be the presents have already been purchased and delivered, so no shopping theme song is needed? Perhaps. Then again, perhaps my critique is altogether misplaced. What was not misplaced is Laura  Fronckiewicz’s enthusiasm on this her debut as donut girl. She delights us this morning with four dozen LaMar’s (including half a dozen specialty donuts!). So as you’re plotting your caroling course this morning, include my office on the route. We don’t have eggnog, but the treats won’t disappoint.
Happy Friday!

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