Orange is so autumnal, but it’s
Half a month ’til
Christmas. So, when I told
Harold that
Reginald wasn’t coming to dinner that night,
I swear! You’d think
Superman forgot to comb his hair. Or
The butler did it. It’s a
Menacing day,
Anyway.
Said Santa.
Tut, tut! And whatnot.
(Reginald was having none of it!)
“Eat your friggin’ eggs, Harold! And toss me that
Extra biscuit!”
