“Come!” They told me. “Bring gifts fit for a king.”
“Me?” I said. “For a king? I have no gifts. I’m just about handy at percussion.” So that’s what I went with.
I just knocked something together.
It still mustered a smile.
Another Christmas Song Lyrics inspired post. I’m banging these out now, aren’t I? Oh, boy. Does this post ring any bells?
The Mansionic Perspective 
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