stuffed stockings.

XI-mas mayhem, my ninjas!!
it's pretty much in F*ing full effect.
and it's affecting my whole wide realm
of woodsly goodsly gratitude and generosity.
uh-huh.
those sheisty piles worm their way into my brain.
now i'm waking up in the deepest darkest
dregs of december nighttime on that
blitzkrieg brainstorming last-minute gift explosion.
word up, neighbors.
if you think it's easy,
you should probably think again.
i mean,
it's about doing it better than y'all, after all.
y'know?
and if the futuristic festival of hot fire and fresh flavor
doesn't go to eleven?
c'mon.
i can't even allow myself to wonder, duders...
*
have you been to the FOLKLOFT yet?
no?
jeeeez,
why not?
you need to get some super sexy mountain magic
expert activation for your faces, don't ya?
yes.
yes, you do.
***********
the countdown to waterbaby-town is underway.
connecticut, y'all.
the nutmeg spiciness for your constitution, an' that.
family togetherness.
berfday funtimes.
lefthand highway exits.
all that.
time is running out,
time is flowing in.
it's all really happening,
all the time;
never quiet, never soft.....