I want a hippopotamus for christmas.
Snow. Glorious, wonderful, fluffy, melt on your tongue, oh so cold and delicious.
How I long for thee.
Then maybe the moth eggs in my christmas tree would hatch and bring forth pretty little moose. mooses. moosi. That everyone can cuddle and love.
meese. meeses. meesi. moose.
When I grow up, I wanna hitch a ride on wallaby and fly to some far away country where'd I'd be forced to change my name to something exotic and raise mild tempered goats on Fridays. Grate cottage cheese on Thursdays. Watch clouds go by on Mondays. Sell small trinkets to passersby on Tuesdays. Enjoy LOST on Wednesdays. Read on Saturdays. And pretend that the troublsome Sunday does not exist, since I cannot think of any more witty things to say.
moosey. mooseys. moossii. meese.
Christmas is coming.
Huzzah.
How I long for thee.
Then maybe the moth eggs in my christmas tree would hatch and bring forth pretty little moose. mooses. moosi. That everyone can cuddle and love.
meese. meeses. meesi. moose.
When I grow up, I wanna hitch a ride on wallaby and fly to some far away country where'd I'd be forced to change my name to something exotic and raise mild tempered goats on Fridays. Grate cottage cheese on Thursdays. Watch clouds go by on Mondays. Sell small trinkets to passersby on Tuesdays. Enjoy LOST on Wednesdays. Read on Saturdays. And pretend that the troublsome Sunday does not exist, since I cannot think of any more witty things to say.
moosey. mooseys. moossii. meese.
Christmas is coming.
Huzzah.