How It Is

I come home, like anyone, I light the candles, I beat my sword against my deerhoof staff, I wear my mask, shake my gourd and drink my scotch. Rattle my crystals and throw them to draw strange conclusions, wear my robe and blow three notes on my silver horn. I call my familiars to me and do you know?

I still haven't put my christmas tree away.

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