People don't believe it, but I actually _am_ Christmas. So this morning at 6:05 a.m. after achieving apocolokenosis I did the Good King Wenceslaus thing and I started walking 1.1 miles over to the Five Corners Coffee Shop. At the fork in the road, the not-much-younger-than-me Jogger Lady From Pasadena exchanged greeting with me, as she jogged back and forth three times past me to my one single Feldzug. She must think I am weird because I have gone to the same strategic coffee shop every single day in this year of 2022. Then suddenly a ballerina or a Foreign Intelligence agent ran past me saying two or three sentences to me that I could not understand, so I just said "Good Morning!" She ran Taylor Swiftly ahead of me and soon disappeared, but I kept thinking of the apparition all day long. All kinds of people seem to be monitoring and surveilling me.I hope that the dark-haired Red Sparrow agent comes to me and wants me to divulge everything I know that might be interesting to the spy agency of her home country.