Christmas

The night was loaded with omens, Eddie. Bevare…bevare! Bevare of the big green dragon that sits on your doorstep. He eats little boys…puppy dog tails, and big, fat snails.

There is a thing that worries me Bela. What rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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