Bah humbug!
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chickenfeetThe outside stalls at the St. Lawrence market have been taken over by assorted Yuletide frippery. I have no idea who buys half a dozen birch logs crudely nailed together to form some crude approximation to a reindeer but clearly there is a market for them. So too for umpteen different kinds of pine cone and assorted other tree giblets. It's a strange sight. It is though proof that the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness has breathed its last. The friendly bushel baskets of apples and pears have given way to the dread harbingers of winter.
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Date: 2005-11-27 02:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-27 03:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-27 04:39 pm (UTC)I know you'd rather just sip your thin gruel and wait for the ghosts to show up but I think building a gingerbread fortress and arming ourselves with clove-studded oranges and to pelt Salvation Army santas with would be more fun.
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Date: 2005-11-27 04:41 pm (UTC)