Red Winged Black Bird on a fence post in a field.

Fun with Christmas Songs


Category: prose

On the first day of Christmas, my true love said to me, "What are you doing here? The judge said you can't do this anymore. I'm calling the cops."

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I am a humble follower of shiny things.