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It's time for visions of sugar plums to be

  • It's time for visions of sugar plums to be dancing in my head. Although, I'm not sure I like
  • the notion of Christmas confections having their way with me - not this year! Last year Santa left me some peppermint bark that actually... barked, and since then
  • the war I'd waged with the jolly old elf had covered four continents and ended the lives of thousands of humans and nearly a million of his north elven brethren. Each death cloying
  • like a white woman from Connecticut. But some did not consider Ross Perot a jolly old elf. But he was, so long as he had eggnog and a case of Whippits. Then he was laughing
  • and talking about the time that he ran for President as a 3rd party candidate. It was almost sweet when Perot did it. Not so much when Ralph Nader screwed over the country.
  • No, the "Bull Moose" of Dawn's life was Dan. Dan had proven himself to Dawn as a
  • damnable dandy, capable nonetheless of tossing Dawn 80 feet into the air & catching her, quite delicately, with his antlers. Dan's furry antlers were the result of Zuni experiments
  • . It was supposed to increase the thickness of his eye-lashes but furry antlers were a side effect. Dan could deal with that. Dawn appreciated them, that was for damn sure.
  • Besides, prancing around in velvet gave Dan a certain "laissez-moi tranquille" quality, as if he were star-walking in solitary confinement and Dawn had a thing for feeling alone.
  • Especially when cross dressing in formal wear. He chose more understated togs for his weekly trips to the Piggly Wiggly. Jorts and a Patriotic tube top when he was feeling flirty.

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