The thought of you being removed from the rotation is not funny to me.
It is not my fault that my parents own the world's largest collection of black Santas.
And yes, again, that was it exactly. A retyper and not a writer. A prodigy and not a genius.
You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.
But you want to see shapes; you want to see stories, so you pick them out of the sky.
Daddy is trying really fugging hard to think of a not-terrifying reason why you'd wake Daddy up in the middle of the night to ask that fugging question. But no. No. Daddy does not have a match or a lighter.