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You think the metallic smell of tinsel is intoxicating and keep walking past the lengths of it that are draped around the office, slowly. You think the "V" in TV stands for something other than "vision". You think you smelt French Fancies as you entered the room, but you hope it is the special winter version, cakes covered in snow. You ask to be sent a robin through the post, a slightly damaged tree decoration that you remember from your childhood. You are still convinced that "No Surprises" is a Christmas song. You have nothing planned for New Year, but for the first time since you became aware of celebrating, you are not sure it really matters.
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Date: 2004-12-15 03:10 am (UTC)A cracker goblin lured the poor thing into the possibly sparking festive treat, where the goblin happened to reside, using a trail of flys.
As we all know, frogs are far fonder of flys (something they regard as a culinary delight) then cracker-dwelling-goblins, who find flys hard to digest but happen to be naturally gifted when it comes to capturing the little critters and indeed, in turn, frogs. Which they especially enjoy with a fruity, full bodied, south american red wine.