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A gingerbread house could be fun to try out. It could be lined with icing (looking like grout). Sweeter than a sprout (without a doubt), this type of house may attract the mouth.

A gingerbread house can be simple, dandy, fancy, a candy fantasy, colorful like a pansy, with graham crackers (maybe from a pantry). To make and enjoy it unites friends and family. ******* A shorter version: A gingerbread house could be … Continue reading

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An ugly sweater is a pleasure and popular in December.

It can be clever, off-center, or funny like a jester. Warmer than leather, it’s soft like a feather. In contests for those who enter: it might lead to prizes (or treasure). ********************* Ugly Sweater haiku: There’s no year that’s more … Continue reading

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Winter break (or time off) is a chance to binge-watch, enjoy eggnog, Yule log, Xbox,

skate or ski (when there is frost), sleep or snuggle (where it is soft), reflect or pause with deep thought, and cherish those we still got.

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An ugly sweater is a pleasure for fans of adventure, something clever, remembered, or funny like a jester.

Warmer than leather, resisting cold weather, it’s soft like feathers (at December get-togethers).

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A motel was considered, but Santa felt more well

(and more at home) at a hohohotel.

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For Easter happening on April 1, maybe Jesus fools people who thought he was done.

Before Easter, he appears to have croaked. April first Easter makes that seem like a hoax.

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For Easter happening on April 1, maybe Jesus fools people who thought he was done.

Before Easter, he appears to have croaked. April first Easter can make it seem like a hoax.

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Happy New Year’s initials (HNY) kinda sound like honey;

for bees and bears this time of year might sound more yummy.

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A decorated Christmas tree looks ready to launch and burst

into fireworks on January first…

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A green donut with red berries is what someone wants to eat

until that someone learns that donut is really a wreath.

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