Hi, I’m Your Christmas Lights That You’ve Had Up Since November—Please Take Me Down
Now, instead of giving off the "vibes" of a Hallmark movie, I'm basically just a glorified lasso wrapped around your windowsill.
Now, instead of giving off the "vibes" of a Hallmark movie, I'm basically just a glorified lasso wrapped around your windowsill.
I know I told you no animal print this year, but boy am I glad you didn't listen! Again. For the third year in a row.
Just like you, with some strategic bright lights and a huge painted-on smile, I make it look like everything is peachy keen.
The thank-you note was from Whiskers, Sam Meowliot, and Purrt Russell. They also showed their gratitude by leaving some fur in the cookies.
I used to think that I was important, that I was original. But I am just an imitation. I’m the adornment, not the adorned.
Icicle Lights: You're here for the theater. The holiday season is about drama. You are not obligated to follow any HOA rules.
When I hear this song, I remember how Krakenfuss kept her grocery store open on Christmas Eve. She was the richest person in town and the meanest.
I'm like: "Not today, Covid--I'm in a pod." And I'm lucky because everyone in it is super careful, like me.
We cannot hallow—this ground, except of course by playing a consciousness-altering stream of Christmas songs in November and December without pause.
These last ten months of social distancing, mask-wearing, and air-hugging have to have been especially tough on extroverts.
Does this mean Santa's Workshop will close? Santa's Workshop will live on as a digital storefront competing with hundreds of counterfeiters.
He had pallid green skin and was terribly smelly, Like putrid roast beef in petroleum jelly.