Christmas gifts all year long in my plans for him, and her. Looking at the roof tops frosted with sparkling snow glimmering aunshine and a blue sky. Skimming price tags and hand bags for him and for her.
I couldn't just relax. All the jazz and hocus pocus. A feast of friends and Kris Kringles dance. Locked doors to heavens and uninvited. Loose ties, and loose ends of lies of what happened determining decisions of him and her.
Left then are spreading cracks and creavaces to fill with gifts of love and bliss worlds apart and cherry tarts twirling arts into a gift box or a gift card.
Twisting around gifts with cheer, places with beer. And what gifts would bring the best from the heart other than we are worlds apart. One day a year for thirty six so far filled with body oils and lotions, tampons, soaps, razors to start a new year of lady like devotions. Thank you mom and dad rhe best gifts Ive ever had!
Nothing too exciting and nothing to dull, how bout some sports tickets to go see the Chicago Bulls. Or a trip to Kris Kringles. Hope this Christmas your gifts are filled with BBQ Pringles.
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