Someone horrible is turning Old today. He’s
all, “Look at me! I can a bike for miles! I love
the sun! I shall worship it now! Let’s make today important because I am now
Old and others must take precious time today to give me their happiest wish or
demand I am happy, even though those are utterly outrageous things to do!”
I, on the other hand, have a broken window
(boxes are so much easier to fix. I’ve not needed to use my duct tape once,
here!), and it’s snowing. Fancy that, snowing on Christmas Island… We like to
create a realistic atmosphere, although we don’t have control of the snow. Now
we’ll have plenty of Frostys and snowball fight barriers in place for the big
day!
I don’t like snow. I’m not cheery, jolly,
or merry. I’m not even Mary. Although I’m Joe… I have my place. I’m just not
thrilled about it. Hey, at least I’m not an elf. Psh, slavery is SO not my
thing. Maybe this winter I’ll hide in my home and be shipped off as a toy to
some good girl or boy… Then, you know, dart off before they find me. Maybe I’ll
leave some pork jerky to get them started in a new life as a hobo… I might even
leave the box if I’ve arranged to stay elsewhere.
Oh. So, Hugo, this is for you.
I wish you a Joe
birthday,
I wish you a Joe
birthday,
I wish you a Joe
birthday,
And force
happiness on you!
Joe
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