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Stupid little word-doodles--

My mom, Patricia, has a little bookshop that she runs. It's mostly a volunteer organization, and I end up "volunteering" a lot when there's no other option. Like, for instance, Christmas eve, where I end up falling asleep over a cash register at 12:30.

Here's my letter of complaint to Whines, because he thought I should post this--

'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the shop
Not a creature was stirring,
'cause retail should stop

On the evening before
A major holiday,
Which wouldn't stop Patti,
That isn't her way.

The shop should stay open!
She said, with a smile,
I'll never stop vending,
That's why I have a child!

My son will sell bibles,
I'll make him arrive
At St. David's Bookshop,
And then I'll leave at five.

For Christmas, she said,
Is a time we should savor,
The gifts of the season,
And unpaid slave labor.


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 20th, 2007 08:00 pm (UTC)
Hi, just wanted to note: your icon = awesome
Dec. 20th, 2007 08:04 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I was able to get Botch to draw me an icon before they stopped accepting commissions :)
Dec. 20th, 2007 11:58 pm (UTC)

Thanks for giving me a giggle, I adore you for that :)
Dec. 20th, 2007 11:58 pm (UTC)

FYI: Your suffering is my giggles!
Dec. 21st, 2007 04:35 pm (UTC)
Aww, that's sweet! Kind of, in a bizzaro-world sort of way, but still...
Dec. 22nd, 2007 03:06 am (UTC)
I sure hope you don't get wrangled into doing that again this year. Man, she can run her own shop; close it! Isn't that some sort of sacralidge to be open on christmas eve, anyway?!
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