Every year, the Devil likes to play a peculiar game, on God's home ground, its called Christmas Shopping.
And every year I let it get the better of me.
Apologise to those who have come here for new texts.
Hope my legs recover from shopping dormency, and get back to write some words about our infamous friends (yes, I know I shouldn't have used the "r", but I'm all christmassy tonight...) or related matters.
Bless all of you who have come here with your heart white as snow. Tranquility is yours.
All of you with darkness in your heart, don't worry, Christmas will only be ANOTHER anguished day.
You're used to them.
And every year I let it get the better of me.
Apologise to those who have come here for new texts.
Hope my legs recover from shopping dormency, and get back to write some words about our infamous friends (yes, I know I shouldn't have used the "r", but I'm all christmassy tonight...) or related matters.
Bless all of you who have come here with your heart white as snow. Tranquility is yours.
All of you with darkness in your heart, don't worry, Christmas will only be ANOTHER anguished day.
You're used to them.
Do hope to post many a text by then.
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