A Festive Juxtaposition
A Festive Juxtaposition It was Christmas Eve in the good old city of London. Multi-coloured lights appeared to festoon the streets in every quarter, and the fragrant heady smell of pine needles could…
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A Festive Juxtaposition
It was Christmas Eve in the good old city of London. Multi-coloured lights appeared to festoon the streets in every quarter, and the fragrant heady smell of pine needles could be detected everywhere. Everything was alive with the joyous sounds of festive exchanges; carols floated on the breeze and gently wafted across the cold waters of the river Thames.
It could be said that there was, in fact, magic in the air.At that point the Devil arrived at Charing Cross station. There was nothing quite like it. He was dressed immaculately in an Astrakhan coat, leather gloves and patent leather shoes that were so brightly polished you could see your face in them.
He sported a small black goatee beard and had features that could easily have been chiseled from stone. Smiling, he stepped out into the night. But what was his purpose for being there?
Was it purely philanthropic? Or, did he have an
Festive
Festive Felt
That Festive Feeling
Bartek Festive time 100g