December 24

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house/ Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;/All except Bjork who, with lips puckered out,/ Looked quite like a mouse with her hamsterish pout.

Anyway, it’s Björk, isn’t it? And, from the looks of that stray umlaut on the calendar, December the twenty-föurth.

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