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The Nutty Stuffer is not a person. It is a ritual.

To be a Nutty Stuffer is to accept the mess. You don't just eat a pecan; you excavate it. You wedge the silver cracker (the one that looks like a torture device) into the seam of a shell. You squeeze. The crack is not a sound; it is an event —a small, violent geology that sends shrapnel skittering across the tablecloth. Nutty Stuffer31

There is a specific kind of hunger that only arrives in the deep twilight of December. It isn’t for a full meal—not for turkey or roast—but for something awkward . Something that requires a pin, a pick, or a patient, chipped tooth. The Nutty Stuffer is not a person

And then, the stuffing.