Walking down the street with Jambo. Stop. Something down there, not a tennis ball. Not any kind of ball. It’s pinky-purple and it’s shiny and … it’s beginning to make me feel a lot like Christmas.
Yes, it’s that time of the year when baubles somehow start appearing in the drain. Why? How? From whence do they come? Never mind, just start humming the song, folks.
Thank you, Mark, for giving me an ear worm. But I forgive you because I always enjoy your posts. Best wishes to you. I have mentioned you in my own Christmas blog post. Megan.