Once I Decided To Write,

He Continues To Smile Expectantly. I Take A Step Back. I Don't Want To Catch Whatever He Has. He Is A Disturbing Out-of-uniform Santa.

Red Hair Is Great. It's Rare, And Therefore Superior.

My Brother Was Born Without Taste Or The Desire To Be Professionally Lit.

Like Every Child, I Adored Her. Until I Formed A Brain And Got To Know Her.

His Laugh Is Made If Porch Swings And Lemonade