!Sparrow holds his peace and does not speak here. Well, except to his kids!
- "Fond memories"
by Sparrow ©2009 --submitted for amusement only
Vat? Vat? Ve are to cut d' tree? Kill d' tree? Vhy 'dis? Vhy kill d' tree??
Oh, eet ees Christmaaas tree, yes!
So vat den? Ve cut d' tree, ve kill d' tree, we drag d' dead ting into house?
Dead in house? Dis is good, yes?
Ve clog vacuum wid' dead in house.
!Sparrow begins to tear at his clothes and appears dismayed, much to the amusement of his kids.
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Ve cut d' tree, we adorn d' tree. Lights! Tinsel!
Silver n gold. Preeetty Tree.
Ve sing to tree, "Oh christmaaaas tree, oh christmaaas tree..."
Ve sing to dead tree, cut tree, preeeetty tree.
Ve gib tree presents. Ve wake and sneak to peek tree and presents.
Maybe tree gib us d' present?
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Eyes wide in anticipation.
So then here - a very brief glimpse of the games a father played.
Yes, we celebrated Christmas in the house of Sparrow. It was a time of wonder.
With respect,
~Sparrowhawke