Cyrano (cyranocyrano) wrote,

Late Night

I'm lying in bed, not trying to think of nothing at all, when I hear a bump and scrape over my head. Which is not terribly unusual. The squirrels apparently have some sort of small mammal nightclub up there. But then it comes again, and then louder--*thump* *scraaape* I open my eyes and frown in confusion.

"Go home, Santa! You're drunk!"

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