Santa on Toast

I found a little Santa, inside a jar of cloves I pulled him out and deftly dusted off his clothes. I said “What ails you Santa, that you should be interred inside a kitchen prison so small and so absurd?” He said “you bungled dip-wit insulting me this way! I’ll teach your hide some manners […]

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I never knew how much I loved the light until the dark awoke and tore a terror, slow, inside my heart. Not a stab of sudden fear. The pulsing throb of confidence that now the lights are off they’ll always stay that way. – And in a little while at last I knew the game […]

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Santa on Toast

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