His great, rotund corpse
Hit the ground with full force.
Face-down on the floor…
Saint Nick was no more.
This is part seven of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part eight!
His great, rotund corpse
Hit the ground with full force.
Face-down on the floor…
Saint Nick was no more.
This is part seven of a larger story for Christmas. All parts are in the form of a stanza of a poem. Check back tomorrow for part eight!
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HEEEEEEEEEEELP! Someone help him! Call 911!
“Corpse” seems pretty final.
I’m no ambulance driver, but I think it’ll take the paramedics a while to reach the North Pole. It is pretty final, but…
“Sometimes dead is better.” – Stephen King