The movie will probably make all this useless. But- it’s fun to dream.
The door was shut, as doors should be,
Before you went to bed last night;
Yet Jack Frost has got in, you see,
And left your window silver white.
There is a boy. (There is always a boy.) He is tall, and skinny- perhaps he had parents once, a long time ago, but they’re gone now, long
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