Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, Follow The Gleam.
Tuesday, 25 December 2007
Joy to the world
It's 10:30pm on Christmas night and two little munchkins are snuggled up in bed filled to the brim with trifle and turkey and pudding and cheer while their parents laze around in new pyjamas before a twinkling Christmas tree surrounded by this morning's orgy of wrapping paper and tinsel. It's too late for a proper entry but today on this whimsical and fun and beautiful and strange day I wanted to wish you all a very Merry Christmas - I hope Santa and the season found you.
Labels:
Being An Adult,
Christmas
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(whispering) "It's pretty quiet in here...where are you?"
*tip-toeing back home*
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