The inevitable happens.
A Christmas song is stuck in my head on endless repeat. I long for It’s a Small World After All but not even that confounded ditty can erase what is rattling around in my cranium now. For a day and a half I have seem Mommy kissing Santa Clause. There have been dark times when she was doing other things to Santa Clause. And not just underneath his beard so snowy-white. Oh, yes, I am a sick puppy. Twisted lyrics pound through my head devastating my peace of mind like Genghis Kahn on a maurading... Sign in to see full entry.