Anvil in a Lace Bootie

The triffid and the loon hope that every fiber of your being will be infested from here to eternity with heretofore undreamed of happiness and candy and no pithy apples that look good when you buy them but turn out to be total losers.

Remember when the magic penguins bearing gifts in their hot air balloon descended unto the manger and were greeted by the tiny happy snowman in the blue hat?

“It happens every year when they realize it’s December.”