‘Twas the Night before Christmas, Uh, Four Weeks Ago
‘Tis several weeks beyond Christmas when you realize You forgot it completely—doggone it, time flies!
I author books. I do improv. I write in short sentences except when I describe doing so then I tend to prattle on much longer than I need to in order to get my point across.
‘Tis several weeks beyond Christmas when you realize You forgot it completely—doggone it, time flies!
You see a small cottage at the edge of the field-- “A cottage? What is this? A visualization or something?”