A Festive Invite
And I would’ve replied I’m sure had it not been for the fact that I was otherwise occupied joining in all the frivolous festivities of celebratory rituals I had decided to attend once I had received the invite from several artisan elves who were busy enjoying a widespread feast of sugary delights among sparkling lights on evergreen limbs of trees white strips of ivy and red dots of holly, small glass globes and snowflakes discussing how much fun it was to laboriously chore away the day for a season of time that more and more people found tiresome as the elves and the gnomes and their fairy friends discussed how different life was becoming because of the failing infrastructure of their existence and how some of them had spent nearly all summer on window sills or hidden on tree limbs, among shrubbery and such amid small droplets of water splattered from rain and fog just waiting for a book to be opened to explain to the little humans how elves were as real as them and bu...