pick eful and told o ask to t, tree bo.
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Yet more mistletoe dangled from t invitation to the free exchange of precious bodily fluids.
And buncs of red ribbon? is a wassail bob.
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You pour tree trunks, let it run doo ts. You fire off guns, you c. You serenade ture apple crop and next years burgeoning, you quot;; toast ty in last years juices.
But not in t and greenery ed from to tion officials at t of t of entry for memory, sensed contraband in t;Permission to land refused!quot;
t explosion of green leaves, red berries, , red seeds from bursting pomegranates, of spattering ctering flo to ttered uous flesree spirits and fertility goddesses rived to cmas.
t ained were gone.
But to belc amids t abstemious dreamer in takable s neared s could be seen t tself just out of tening ter, gilded h egg yolk.
Not a s all, in fact, but a Cmas pie!
But no self up to let tumbling out into ter a smoking cargo of barons of beef gleaming s and roast geese dripping fat. And ted apple in its moutucked bes ears. Above, of mustard, h wings.
ting pie came ants of to salivate in their sleep.
But t burnt offerings and pagan sacrifice of pig, bird and cattle could never be condoned. In unison, to turned tern backs.
tard pot ser, it dove doo ttom of tmeats t dissipated itself gradually, like sea too mucoo indigestible, and rejected it, so t to sink.
t not only of gluttony but also of dyspepsia, sigh relief.
No.
t tion an especial eeriness.
t so t concrete kind, ts and spars ions ley creypes aboard, ail of to see them.
Reeling to and fro on tumbling and dancing, mas dancer