From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: She twirls en pointe
like ballet class
those years ago.
Grown up tall
and grown apart
so many let those embers blow
out of their hands,
but even now she grasps them
gingerly by the edges.
But what does this mean to you? Nothing at all.
Merry christmas, dear heart.
-Wordless
From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: &What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.&
The Phantom Rose has found your words to be as sweet as a rose, may your Christmas be a beautiful one.
From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: You are sinking, take this tie!
From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: The Phantom Gift Giver leaps from a nearby balcony and lands at your feet, holding a neat little package from the great beyond. He gets on one knee and presents the gift to you, and when you take it, he stands, looks you straight in the eyes, leans in, and kisses your cheek ever so lightly. He then smiles and turns to dust, after all, he is but a phantom...
From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: Lovely Maiden,
Eternity would be
A Waste
Without you.
So shall we
Haste,
Under a mistletoe?
Or would it have been better to have never met you?
I leave you with this, so that when you Ascend
I will already know.
The Evil Nutcracker
From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: Alas, my body would
Never be of any use
To you.
But surely, may the General Grant me
His power.
Like desert stones awaiting Winter's kiss,
One by one, they find their bliss.
The Evil Nutcracker
Dear SnowyVampiress,
Twas brilling, and the slithy reindeer
were tucked up their beds in hay,
All mimsy were the elven kind
working for hours without pay.
"Beware the Santa" father said,
"The beard is fake; that mans a snake!"
"Beware the evil reindeer folk and shun
the poisonous christmas cake!"
So I took my vorpol scissors in hand
and long time I waited for the Santa to sleep,
So rested me by the Christmas tree
until he dozed and upon him i creeped.
One two! One two! And through and though!
My vorpal scissors went snicker snack
Through the elastic of the beard
I ripped it off and galumphed back.
"Have you unmasked the evil Santa?"
"come to me my darling child!"
Oh frabjous day! Calloh Callay!
Then 911 he dialled.
Twas brilling, and the slithy reindeer
were tucked up their beds in hay,
All mimsy was the Santa Claus
In prision, left to decay~
Yours, the Phantom Conspiracy
P.S I leave you the spoils of war against the evil slave-working imposter of a Santa. we are currently trying to find the real Santa!
From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: I stroke gently.
I squeeze.
I feel.
I touch.
I tug.
You cry out.
Your cheeks go red.
Your eyes water.
I whisper soft words of comfort.
I tell you to relax.
I pull gently.
It is done.
Next time you go outside wear some shoes. There's glass on the ground.
C:
- Gettyomind OuttaDeGuttah
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