Oh Come, Ye Naughty Gentlemen
This Christmas Eve, Santa would see a new name on the naughty list—if only he could find it.
❄️ Snowflakes cling to my eyelashes to witness what’s about to unfold. It’s Christmastime after all—for the naughty and nice. Some like to give; others like to receive. As for me, I intend to do both at the same time. Glancing toward the North Star, there’s still no sign of the merry man, even though I hear sleigh bells. My muffed ears must be playing with me. I’m peeking around the corner of a dark alley, shivering and n...
