All day yesterday I sat on this egg, hoping to hatch the baby Jesus. When the baby Jesus was ready to come out of it’s tin foil, the occasion was glorious: a chocolaty, crunchy, gooey savior for one and for all.
Respectfully,
Horton
“Well its got to be a chocolate jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate jesus
Keep me satisfied”
— Tom Waits
