Saturday, December 24, 2011



     Let out early, and in time to surprise The Artist boiling Honeysuckle.  It's becoming a guilty pleasure for her, and one more reason to distrust the community of Deer, because apparently they are consuming the Honeysuckle vines that are most readily harvested.  And who would have thought how precious Honeysuckle could be.

     Three gifts initiated the horror that Christmas has become. Gold, according to the television, still has merit in a culture driven by fear.  Frankincense can no longer be found in the grocery aisles. And if you ask the assistant at the hardware store for Myrrh  he'll rightly direct you to the exit, then most likely telephone calls will be made to a government agency.



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