Ah, Christmas. The rockin' line of guitars around the Christmas tree, the majestic ear flaps, the skyping to long lost Spaniard sisters, the belly bursting amounts of Mormon Bubbly....S'wonderful! S'marvelous! I am forever grateful to Jesus for such a fantastic holiday.
On a non-related note, I have just found another superhuman author who has graced me with her words. Kate DiCamillo. The name simply drips with literary genius! It is the utmost honor to say that we are within the same species. We have all (hopefully) read/heard of "The Tale Of Desparaux" by this prodigious individual, and have merely appreciated the story, without really going on to pursue any more of the author's works. The world has been holding out on me. Where were the fanfares? The blimbs? Where were the ringing of trumpets throughout the land to announce another prestigious novel by a prestigious person? Oh, shame is the Earth! I wouldn't have wasted precious time on frivolous things such as Twilight and the like had these simple operations had been executed! *Sigh* Why must the world be so cruel to old Laura?
Well, to all you seas of people who are reading this, merry late Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
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