Twenty-Four Days of Christmas: 8

On the Eighth of December my Creation brought to me a muster, nay a pride, nay an OSTENTATION of peacocks.

… they sung in ostentation…

I think there may be just a tad more than eight there. Or maybe not.

Posted on 8th Dec 2019 by Tom

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