On the seventh day of
Christmas, my true love sent to me seven swans a’swimming’…
Dearest
Jonathan, 1-1
Thank you
again for still another gift. One would think the postman would choose to take
a holiday today, but he was so kind as to deliver the seven swans to the lake
in the park across the street, as I have no place for their ablutions. Swans,
as you know, need water. I have very much enjoyed sitting at my window watching
them. Jonathan, when will you come to dinner? I shall prepare you a delectable
omelet with my own hands, a LARGE delectable omelet of goose eggs. Bring me the
gift of yourself.
Love, Alicia.
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