12-03-2013, 06:59 PM
(12-23-2012, 08:03 PM)Duchess Wrote:
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny troll queer.
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The sleigh screeched to a halt, and out jumped Maggot who asked for a beer.