And Christmas morn, sugarplum faeries flittered away as I padded downstairs (and into my car to drive to my grandparents' house where we exchanged gifts) and what did I see?

I don't have a name for it yet, but for a few tics I've toyed with cleverly naming it after
.
But I think that only one person who reads this will get it and everybody else will just think it corny.

I don't have a name for it yet, but for a few tics I've toyed with cleverly naming it after
.But I think that only one person who reads this will get it and everybody else will just think it corny.
- Mood:confabulated

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Congratulations.
Shalom, y'all!
L. Bangs
;)
Happy New Years! :)
I do know a wonderful outdoor restaurant where people dance and sing, looking down on the dusk Plaka, kind of like a labyrinth shoppers and revelers thread through the lit new ancient streets. Magic.