Agent Weigand is currently braving the terrains of a Holiday decoration-less landscape.
The forests are completely plucked of Christmas trees.
The population of snowmen, gingerbread families, and other yuletide species seem to have gone into protective hiding.
The food supply of cookies and peppermints has either been confiscated or failed to be produced yet.
Further, the well is depleted of eggnog, hot chocolate, and the like.
The only vague sign of Christmas that the agent can find is the faint sound of Christmas music in the background. She is supposing that if she draws nearer to the sound, she will find the Christmas spirit! Or the despicable culprit behind this lack of Christmas-ness!
Over and out.
No comments:
Post a Comment