A cricket bat!
Twelve years, and four psychiatrists!
Four?
I kept biting them!
Why?
They said you weren't real.
Twelve years, and four psychiatrists!
Four?
I kept biting them!
Why?
They said you weren't real.
Monday, December 24
Joy To The World
For Santa's come.
For Santa's come.
There's gifts beneath the tree!
There's reindeer in the yard;
They're eating the gardenias.
We'll have venison for tea,
We'll have venison for tea,
We'll have venison, much venison, to eat for tea.
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