Tuesday, December 10, 2013

365 Poems: Elvish

Day 344

Somedays it's more important to speak a little Elvish and act a little elf-ish, too. So this is what we did last night instead of write.

No elves were harmed in the trimming of this tree.

Not a bad night's work, huh? It's developed a little list to the left and I think it's gonna need an anchor to the curtain rod holder, but perfection is sooooo boring. There are no stories in perfection, either, except really dysfunctional ones that are no fun.
You know who loves the tree? Sammy. He believes we bring the tree in once a year just for him. I'm not telling him differently.

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