He does not know fear
If he hasn't learned to love.
None are immortal.
None are immortal,
Even the gods are dying;
Nobody believes.
Nobody believes
In Santa Claus anymore
But, sometimes I do
But, sometimes I do
wonder if the elves exist;
maybe in Iceland
Maybe in Iceland
I could see some real reindeer
Can they really fly?
Race toward the Arctic
Enter the Iditarod
Don't freeze your heinie!
Don't freeze your heinie!
Stay out of the cold, keep warm
Cuddle near the fire.
Clary, it was Birdsong. That book taught me more aobut the horror of was more than anything I'd read before.
Cuddle near the fire,
share your sheepskin and gluhwein.
I might let you peek.
I might let you peek,
but only for a second.
Would you like to see?
I liked both Birdsong and Charlotte Grey....
He does not know fear
but he senses its presence,
shifts his feet in wait
Would you like to see?
A quick shuffle occurs. He
shifts his feet in wait.
Was that esp, piffka, or what?
No, not esp, I skipped a whole page, hee hee.
<I was trying to fix it.>
Shifts his feet in wait;
he leans against wall and snaps
his tie clasp, again.
His tie clasp, again
Broke apart in his fingers
Was it an omen?
Was it an omen
That he dropped his pinot noir
On her Persian rug?
On her Persian rug
A widening stain. "Oh damn!"
She said, "I hate you."
She said, "I hate you
Guy Noir. I should not have hired
You to find my spouse."
