Oh Hraggy. It's like Christmas eve...waiting up past your bedtime, listening intently for the pitter patter or hoof steps....or in this case the jing jing jingle of an msn alert....seconds stretched to minutes, minutes stretch to hours...and suddenly you grow fearful... "Did I not leave Santa Hraggy enough milk and cookies? Did I address the letter to the north pole with the correct postal HOHOHO?" But, only silence and the echo of a Christmas carol dancing in the darkness on a wave of anticipation... "Surely Santa Hraggy wouldn't miss this one small house, on this quiet, empty street"....An idea..Light a candle to guide Rudolf Right Hand Finger Digits to the keyboard. But, alas. The only percussion this night is the breaking of a little elf's spirit.....Sorry Virginia...there is no Santa. No Santa Hraggy that sends candy coloured witticisms to children from coast to coast...He's now relegated to the abyss of Tooth fairy Gary and Harry the Easter Bunny. I guess I'll suck some sugar plums and let the calories pile on my pudgy pelvis...soothed by sugar into a senseless stupor....wondering where lions are, and why all the superheros have gone home to Salmon Grande...........
